Before my first drink I always think the beer, the *** the tequila, or the wine will help me relax- dull my mind and soothe the fire raging in my chest
But it only fuels it until it's simmering and white hot
The only thing it dulls is my inhibition
I am angry
And have every right to be.
If you're not furious,
You're not paying attention
And unarmed teenagers will be shot dead
And drones will rain bombs on women and children
If they aren't killed they'll be enslaved
And who's to say which is worse?
We love our chains
And we kneel to our captors
Begging for scraps while they sit on mountains of gold
I have one thing to say
Let it burn.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
Before my first drink I always think the beer, the *** the tequila, or the wine will help me relax- dull my mind and soothe the fire raging in my chest
But it only fuels it until it's simmering and white hot
The only thing it dulls is my inhibition
I am angry
And have every right to be.
If you're not furious,
You're not paying attention
And unarmed teenagers will be shot dead
And drones will rain bombs on women and children
If they aren't killed they'll be enslaved
And who's to say which is worse?
We love our chains
And we kneel to our captors
Begging for scraps while they sit on mountains of gold
I have one thing to say
Let it burn.
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