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We've our grievances right here in hand Blood soaked envelopes stamped sweat and seal They use empty truths to pitch hate as a promised land They sell their answers used, as is to the fearing masses And they do so dirt cheap dirt cheap From a throne of our skulls and ancient bones .our fucking bones.

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ZeroNine

27 / Non-binary

For You?

Written by

ZeroNine

27 / Non-binary

Published: Oct 13, 2017
LinesWords: 2656

Notes: thrash trash post-hardcore
Tags: #grievances #discount #meat #post #hardcore #punk #thrash #zero #nine

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