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Freedom Fighters

Tangible sin, its what i'm looking for

let the rants and raves begin

cause tongues of fire can never settle

for a one line poem or a break in tone

they need the blood red of wine in their glass

these aristocrats drinking from the lower class

we are far too outspoken to speak of silence

that's something only the seculars teach

Maddness, now there's an idea i can get behind

Imagine ideas like countries

nuclear weapons at their highest state of alert

what we believe is what we once held true

and whose finger is this on the trigger?

then eventually, yes

the tyrants will get voted into office

doing away with terms and treaties of old

eventually you'll get two shoes per person

as you read your generation's scripture like truth

from the nearest stall bathroom wall

for a good time call, God

cause he doesn't charge you per hour

well, only on sunday mornings nine to noon

but for everlasting life who wouldn't drink that elixir?

just one more broken promise

cause Buddha told me i'd be back again

back again to serve in the same platoon of freedom fighters

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nathaniel
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Nov 1, 2011
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