Feb 11
You dress in the morning with jewelry of steel,
While thousands of miles away, they forge bullets from the same thing.
They claim to keep the peace as they turn their gun your wayβ
More steel, melted down, to make your coffin nails.
And once again, you're dressed in jewelry of the same kind.
While thousands of miles away, they forge bullets from the same thing.
They claim to keep the peace as they turn their gun your wayβ
More steel, melted down, to make your coffin nails.
And once again, you're dressed in jewelry of the same kind.
fun fact: i used to work in a steel factory and it was the most fun job i have ever had.
(27/F/FL, USA)
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