| the ground not cold |
[01 Dec 2005|01:14pm] |
[the ground not cold]
Blind folded bandits are seeing everything
Like murder scenes, uncovered when we talk
Were pipe-bombs explode into an open flame
The masses gather around this funeral
To write on your will
A coffin is filled
From six feet underground is this how it will be?
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| the thinkers and the speakers |
[01 Dec 2005|08:51am] |
[the thinkers and the speakers]
quietly, the sound made a noise
as we all listen in
quietly, the noise made a sound
as we all listen in
whispers grew silent
streetlights grew brighter
and then it stops
a child is crying
it came from over there
where are your parents?
all that was heard
was a silence a blur
yet distant fades away
hello?
hello?
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| the are the end |
[25 Nov 2005|08:29am] |
[the are the end]
why are the chidren screaming
why won't they stop crying
did you hurt them
did you scare them
no sir, then what is it
they can hear it coming
hear what
them,
the sound of horror unlike you've never heard
the sound of death unlike you've never seen
the sound of blood unlike you've never dreamed
them,
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| the heart the city |
[17 Nov 2005|09:12pm] |
[the heart this city]
there is only one heart
in which miles of veins
become polluted blood cells
and traffic jams are heart attacks
so no one makes it home
there is only one
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| the ashes are king |
[17 Nov 2005|09:52am] |
[the ashes are king]
i see the ashes
they blow the trees down
with nothing left but a bullet yet sincere
along the road
i saw face
and horror along
the paint thats melts
along the walls
describes the thoughts
of love and misery
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| the party of me |
[16 Nov 2005|03:58pm] |
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[the party of me]
who knows why but everyone keeps staring
as if i was important
as if i was a god
as if i was a somebody...
as if
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