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What do you do? What do you do? When only one can live And it has to be you All you can give If only you knew What it would take What you would have to do Who do you trust What do they mean Would you **** if you must? Can your hands stay clean? What of humanity? This is insanity The countdown begins The beginning or the end? Memories are faded But there was blood and gore Violence unaided Who are you anymore? Lives were traded Battles evaded Camps raided Doors barricaded Blood cascaded Light was shaded Became the animals we were Machines of death Never did it occur As we stole a breath You and I stand apart Waiting for the violence to start All it takes is a little time A little push, a little crime And teeth are barred Claws where hands used to be You didn't make it far Not from me I am the best You all could see Last of the rest Last to breathe But I never was the same I still see so much red I know it was just a game Still I feel the dread Killed countless names But it is I that is truly dead
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
The Hunger Games
What do you do? What do you do? When only one can live And it has to be you All you can give If only you knew What it would take What you would have to do Who do you trust What do they mean Would you **** if you must? Can your hands stay clean? What of humanity? This is insanity The countdown begins The beginning or the end? Memories are faded But there was blood and gore Violence unaided Who are you anymore? Lives were traded Battles evaded Camps raided Doors barricaded Blood cascaded Light was shaded Became the animals we were Machines of death Never did it occur As we stole a breath You and I stand apart Waiting for the violence to start All it takes is a little time A little push, a little crime And teeth are barred Claws where hands used to be You didn't make it far Not from me I am the best You all could see Last of the rest Last to breathe But I never was the same I still see so much red I know it was just a game Still I feel the dread Killed countless names But it is I that is truly dead
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
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