This, this, is where we are
the crux of rebellion, of civil unrest
as in once upon a parade, in a car..
a bullet lodged, in his head
We'll look back pon now, and not understand
one man in a crowd, and he's dead
excuses to be made, for even more raids
more inflammatory words.....to be said
Violence at peak, no peace do we seek
political the animal, born of 10 horns
It will not rise in the east, for blood is the feast
as now in the west... is the norm
Brother to brother, blood once more to be shed
for no noble cause, or belief
******* and moaning, politics well fed
counting the enemies.....dead
No land of the free, for you, or for me
not now far, comes blood in the streets
we'll all say we saw, without seeing
how America came too.........defeat.......
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 6:12 PM UTC
This, this, is where we are
the crux of rebellion, of civil unrest
as in once upon a parade, in a car..
a bullet lodged, in his head
We'll look back pon now, and not understand
one man in a crowd, and he's dead
excuses to be made, for even more raids
more inflammatory words.....to be said
Violence at peak, no peace do we seek
political the animal, born of 10 horns
It will not rise in the east, for blood is the feast
as now in the west... is the norm
Brother to brother, blood once more to be shed
for no noble cause, or belief
******* and moaning, politics well fed
counting the enemies.....dead
No land of the free, for you, or for me
not now far, comes blood in the streets
we'll all say we saw, without seeing
how America came too.........defeat.......
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