This is supposed to be Eden;
It is fake.
You take our resources;
You're the snake.
You are the shotgun,
Pointed at innocent eyes.
You are the scourge.
You mean our demise.
You are the tyrant,
Whose fist comes down with a CRASH!
You are the whip,
We take the lash.
You spit on our elders,
As they take thier last breath.
Ever since you appeared,
We are accustomed to Death.
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 2:09 PM UTC
This is supposed to be Eden;
It is fake.
You take our resources;
You're the snake.
You are the shotgun,
Pointed at innocent eyes.
You are the scourge.
You mean our demise.
You are the tyrant,
Whose fist comes down with a CRASH!
You are the whip,
We take the lash.
You spit on our elders,
As they take thier last breath.
Ever since you appeared,
We are accustomed to Death.
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