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A ship sails empty of reason, captains fear the treasons. Silent and smooth is how it'll fall the cabin-boy shall take the bar. Blood can be found on every street, both death and life here meet. Life is a dying mystery, pray god has blessed your destiny. Outside the people's empty homes, fathers, sons, left alone. Big Brother dominates, he commands. A billion voices in one hand. Absence of imagination, the End of independent thought. Cities reek of corruption, ****** and the greatest of sins. They raise and **** in by the millions yet only some men seem to win. The ocean itself is a burden, bad dreams require a surgeon. Twist well open the sails to Rome if you flee the country, flee alone. Between the alleys at this mass the cross's shadow isn't cast. Those booklets burn easy, use them well, let vain ideas fry in hell. Our viscious masters do predict the fall of  Troika and rise of  Six. A crew who drains such futile ink is sure to drown us down the sink. Save me from the grim Tomorrows full of hate deceit and sorrows. Oh, it's not about tyranny,It's human kind. Justice is neverreally blind. Glorious eyes of curve-free posters used as wallpaper for the cleanest streets. Looking up to their Father all good citizens try to weep the plain and empty tears the Party demands them sheep. Behind the money lies the pain, into fields fall the rain. With empty pockets walk the road, a thousand stories left untold. I hope one day it could end , just by cutting down his head. They hunt down anyonenot in line, should we attempt this, is there time ? Unfathomable , his hungry stomach calls for meat; rotting, green, foul and sweet. Rank food from the kitchens will be served, for all the glory he deserves.
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
henrybrooke
CCCP
A ship sails empty of reason, captains fear the treasons. Silent and smooth is how it'll fall the cabin-boy shall take the bar. Blood can be found on every street, both death and life here meet. Life is a dying mystery, pray god has blessed your destiny. Outside the people's empty homes, fathers, sons, left alone. Big Brother dominates, he commands. A billion voices in one hand. Absence of imagination, the End of independent thought. Cities reek of corruption, ****** and the greatest of sins. They raise and **** in by the millions yet only some men seem to win. The ocean itself is a burden, bad dreams require a surgeon. Twist well open the sails to Rome if you flee the country, flee alone. Between the alleys at this mass the cross's shadow isn't cast. Those booklets burn easy, use them well, let vain ideas fry in hell. Our viscious masters do predict the fall of  Troika and rise of  Six. A crew who drains such futile ink is sure to drown us down the sink. Save me from the grim Tomorrows full of hate deceit and sorrows. Oh, it's not about tyranny,It's human kind. Justice is neverreally blind. Glorious eyes of curve-free posters used as wallpaper for the cleanest streets. Looking up to their Father all good citizens try to weep the plain and empty tears the Party demands them sheep. Behind the money lies the pain, into fields fall the rain. With empty pockets walk the road, a thousand stories left untold. I hope one day it could end , just by cutting down his head. They hunt down anyonenot in line, should we attempt this, is there time ? Unfathomable , his hungry stomach calls for meat; rotting, green, foul and sweet. Rank food from the kitchens will be served, for all the glory he deserves.
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