The Spirit of Law

[ZeeDee]

Surrounded by smoke: blinded, confused with black clouds in my throat
Drowning, I choke: coughing, phlegm turns to ash that comes out like wet coal
Grounds have been soaked with several elements around all our homes
Fountains that glow wet fires through the air is what these cowards have thrown
Our towers and coves are bathing in flames over the sacred terrain
They're claiming their hate is done to cleanse our land of native mistakes
By erasing our fate and beating our women who are traded and raped
Only way to escape is through a trail of blood that's made to their graves
Weapons of axes, shotguns, some hatchets and several arrows and spears
Shadow the air before, raining death until the threshold is clear
Hundreds of soldiers running right over the dead ones laid on the surface
Like they had rehearsed this and even their dead bodies created a purpose
They raided and burned us while simultaneously making us worthless
We won't be slaves or their servants so instead they turn our space to a furnace
They say that we're lawless for disobeying their causes and righteous prospectives
I say they're frauds with pale faces, small lips and they're lying eyes are deceptive
When they first arrived to our section, peace was the lie they selected
Trying to hide their bad presence by giving answers before we supplied any questions
They tried to arrest us and put all of our strongest warriors in chains
Which forced us to take more action attacking and bring this war to their face
We built walls of field logs around our houses and farms
Said they aren't welcomed in, but wanted to do this without any harm
This compounded their charge; saying we're heathens for debating their reasons
And for us making this treason, they were forced to take reign of our regions
That's back talking nonsense with all their concepts twisted in webs of deceit
So at their treacherous meet, we met with axes that placed their heads at their feet
Their deaths are a treat for the planet to make good on bad things created
With red trails from their brains and hearts are streaming paths of their hatred
This maddened their patience in stealing our homes
to act with haste in killing our hopes
Including family, friends, pigs and our goats burned to be crisp examples
In their wicked panel of sickened vandals using excuses to take it
Infusing their wages with law and religion while they choose to be pagans
Whose declaration of independence is a written cruel imitation
Of rules we created to abide by for peace treaties used in our nations
Now red pools filled with faces in the mud is shoved in ditches deep
While children are kidnapped and brainwashed to fall in love with enemies
And this is all done within some peace, so called attempts to restructure the Earth
The spirit of their laws that comes from their church are only to punish and purge
Nothing unburned is done as a curse so there's no growth in its place
And this is shown and displayed to local young braves; massacred bones in big graves
At the entrance of our raptured village lies a tall oak tree that has sunk....
Deep into the ground from branches holding pounds of all our leaders they've hung
While teaching their young that we're the savages and beasts they don't want
And these lying liees become history, which only means that they won
Now after writing this, I'm in need of a blunt full of trees from a skunk

No man has ever yet been hanged for breaking the spirit of a law
Grover Cleveland