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Chewing upon fingers rotten and curled knowing everything makes sense in a senseless world inglorious, bedridden, they hide behind trees - serving up genocide, well-spoken and civilised clawing at the insides of our sordid society wearing TNT like it's the latest fashion they smile politely and walk upon our streets - brainwashed and stupefied, Dumb-hounds corrupted and paralysed crawling down the path of a religion birthed from self-righteousness and bomb-smoke upon their jealousy, their juvenile blinding faith we suffocate, gag and choke visualising the world from eyes of despotic marauders selfish needs defeats the objective desensitised clones bound to extremist orders innocence green-eyed and bastardised reciting prayers bound together with cyanide they call upon a Lord that no longer cares alas the tendril of insanity catches them unawares for 'tis within the womb of bloated belief that martyrs are bred, sanity unreeling, dangerously unfeeling, and willing to allow our streets run red.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Dumb-Hound Dawgs
Chewing upon fingers rotten and curled knowing everything makes sense in a senseless world inglorious, bedridden, they hide behind trees - serving up genocide, well-spoken and civilised clawing at the insides of our sordid society wearing TNT like it's the latest fashion they smile politely and walk upon our streets - brainwashed and stupefied, Dumb-hounds corrupted and paralysed crawling down the path of a religion birthed from self-righteousness and bomb-smoke upon their jealousy, their juvenile blinding faith we suffocate, gag and choke visualising the world from eyes of despotic marauders selfish needs defeats the objective desensitised clones bound to extremist orders innocence green-eyed and bastardised reciting prayers bound together with cyanide they call upon a Lord that no longer cares alas the tendril of insanity catches them unawares for 'tis within the womb of bloated belief that martyrs are bred, sanity unreeling, dangerously unfeeling, and willing to allow our streets run red.
Inspired by David Bowie, your thoughts on this would be greatly appreciated
lexander-jones
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
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