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You touch us and we melt sharing all known, we sink into the sea you ask us to set free the prisoners yet we can't let them go free For political discussion has left us mute it's just orders we take and never refute if you want to converse get a pass as you will have to kiss governmental *** They may still have information something that they did not disclose our laws say we can keep them till the ******** rot in hell Yet here you are in the name of freedom telling us to let them go well one by one we will brake them so you have just a shattered shell For each one that killed one of ours we should take a thousand of theirs in our fortress island of torture we **** and poke those that did fall Oh yes we wear conventionalist right khaki we stand up straight as the loser's crawl with bright tags and so what, if we play heavy metal all day and night as they pray to their black god Mohammed in their oily rags We will not let them go whatever you pray to say not for you or the fallen not from Guantanamo Bay Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
The Bay
You touch us and we melt sharing all known, we sink into the sea you ask us to set free the prisoners yet we can't let them go free For political discussion has left us mute it's just orders we take and never refute if you want to converse get a pass as you will have to kiss governmental *** They may still have information something that they did not disclose our laws say we can keep them till the ******** rot in hell Yet here you are in the name of freedom telling us to let them go well one by one we will brake them so you have just a shattered shell For each one that killed one of ours we should take a thousand of theirs in our fortress island of torture we **** and poke those that did fall Oh yes we wear conventionalist right khaki we stand up straight as the loser's crawl with bright tags and so what, if we play heavy metal all day and night as they pray to their black god Mohammed in their oily rags We will not let them go whatever you pray to say not for you or the fallen not from Guantanamo Bay Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Aug 12, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
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