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We are the refused... Barefoot in the marketplace Born in the backseat With minds erased To hide dirt in the backstreets And mud on the school steps The fool in the textbook Paints us inept Tainted ****** Illicit natives Miserable Misfits Nothing the magistrates can't handle OH!!! They wish! Suppress our melodies But never break our lips We are the misused... Our eyes do penetrate Every false-flag they perpetuate Even though barbiturates Are placed beneath our pillows The shame billows The shame follows Rodents to the edge of the borough Where men create addicts There Publicans turn Badges burn Magistrates press their shirts and hatch their eagles Discernment is not taught Nor is it learned We are the obtuse... Blacked out and abused! Sold for pulpits and ocean views Magistrates hate us Their eagles circle to berate us "Intolerant" "Outdated" "Unpatriotic" "Ill-fated" But by grace we persevere By faith we adhere To a higher truth A purer view Our strongholds are not stick and stone Chrome nor drone But Christ alone Our strength and hope Out hope for home NOT polls and popes NOT guns and votes NOT Magistrates and lazy legislations NOT eagles which feed on Desensitized demonstrations Police brutality and assassinations Nomadic nations Sporadic speculations We The Refused We The Misused We The Obtuse Will NOT cosign evil Will NOT massage magistrates Will NOT elevate eagles We will NOT We must NOT
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
The Refused
We are the refused... Barefoot in the marketplace Born in the backseat With minds erased To hide dirt in the backstreets And mud on the school steps The fool in the textbook Paints us inept Tainted ****** Illicit natives Miserable Misfits Nothing the magistrates can't handle OH!!! They wish! Suppress our melodies But never break our lips We are the misused... Our eyes do penetrate Every false-flag they perpetuate Even though barbiturates Are placed beneath our pillows The shame billows The shame follows Rodents to the edge of the borough Where men create addicts There Publicans turn Badges burn Magistrates press their shirts and hatch their eagles Discernment is not taught Nor is it learned We are the obtuse... Blacked out and abused! Sold for pulpits and ocean views Magistrates hate us Their eagles circle to berate us "Intolerant" "Outdated" "Unpatriotic" "Ill-fated" But by grace we persevere By faith we adhere To a higher truth A purer view Our strongholds are not stick and stone Chrome nor drone But Christ alone Our strength and hope Out hope for home NOT polls and popes NOT guns and votes NOT Magistrates and lazy legislations NOT eagles which feed on Desensitized demonstrations Police brutality and assassinations Nomadic nations Sporadic speculations We The Refused We The Misused We The Obtuse Will NOT cosign evil Will NOT massage magistrates Will NOT elevate eagles We will NOT We must NOT
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reformedandrecovered
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
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