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"With great dissatisfaction we propose to you a truce, and further too, we relay to you, the lands of proof In return all that we ask of you, is to burn the land through, and accept our lies as truth." It was a lonesome room with little light Men in suits, talking business and the like Arab desert bombing, the news is very trite Lack of remorse for families needing to fight And the old men in suits care not, tonight After bank statement perusing, there's little left for sight Cathedral bloodied, baron and besmirched But by the hands of holy men that walk this Earth We needn't look far to find the dirt of deceitful white men, with desires so perverse
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
A Series of Conveniently Placed Words That Ultimately Mean Very Little
"With great dissatisfaction we propose to you a truce, and further too, we relay to you, the lands of proof In return all that we ask of you, is to burn the land through, and accept our lies as truth." It was a lonesome room with little light Men in suits, talking business and the like Arab desert bombing, the news is very trite Lack of remorse for families needing to fight And the old men in suits care not, tonight After bank statement perusing, there's little left for sight Cathedral bloodied, baron and besmirched But by the hands of holy men that walk this Earth We needn't look far to find the dirt of deceitful white men, with desires so perverse
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
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