Sitting in the siren silence
within sight of invites of violence
in the sky, the plight of tyrants
righteous mighty fighter pilots
and the war rages on
there are no commercial breaks
in the eyes of subsidence
the dying cries of compliance
the price they paid is the highest
siren silence finally quiets
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
Sitting in the siren silence
within sight of invites of violence
in the sky, the plight of tyrants
righteous mighty fighter pilots
and the war rages on
there are no commercial breaks
in the eyes of subsidence
the dying cries of compliance
the price they paid is the highest
siren silence finally quiets
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