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Battlecry

Splintered and sinister,

this cracked country

comes to wither.

 

Are we one,

or the forgotten?

 

****** we cower in the hate for

that of which was once so proud.

 

Severed souvenir civilians

can we come to root the Earth again?

Intertwine our truths,

that have torn at the fault lines

of  this rattled nation?

 

Stand tall now with the world

we shall soon sing in sweet harmony.

"Watch the things we gave our lives to broken;

and stoop and build us up with worn out tools"

Yet, forget not those who shall drown,

as they watch their castles crumble;

for they will too soon become enlightened.

 

Peaceful pirates set sail,

and ignite this tyranny

with quiet kerosene;

so we may unearth again

how the truth shall set you free.

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bridgette-jester
American
Published
Jun 14, 2013
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