01-17-2008, 10:46 PM
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Last Online: 05-23-2008 10:02 PM
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A small dose of incrimination
No sight has seen desire
And no man has burned a fire.
There is no sin in victory,
Only violence in our history.
Living lies set up to testify-
Irregular jury, and a judge to buy.
God's land, America. It's hell as heaven is to sky.
War's hammer now hits a bullet.
All from the trigger, and the evil that pulled it.
All from the torture of hate, the pain that came.
All from the future of fate, the man to tame.
Is a bullet just metal in a case
Or does anger take its place?
Never the trigger in your hand,
nor the trigger in your mind,
Will end our power strike-
It wont end the people's fight.
Theres a cloud of poison gases.
Flying every which way.
Then there are babies: Crying, choking.
The lives of them we pay.
Industrial heaven that makes us rich.
Is truly one hell of a bitch.
And I have one last thing to say---
Some think of the future,
While some think of the fame.
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