It’s strange to see in pictures where our faces go, Picking up our paces to leave traces in the cold, It’s fate we greet these fixtures by the time we finally grow, Mixed enough embraces to be brave is how we know. Learning tricks of trades to finally trade every trick, Yearning for decades of overpowering the sick, Spurring to overturn the hurt that they inflict, Converting urgent serpents to leave dirt to merchant bliss. Serving worth in perfect truth, the proof is within you, It’s time to teach true trades, evade is forgiven too, Conveyed in the ways we represent this sacred news Upgrading to new rules while degrading the hatred views It’s inevitable to be alone, totaling thrones, Provoking open poems to slowly coast to lonely tomes, Mostly, we’re forming ordinations to save nations, Sowing seeds to know we show the hopes of having homes. I’m aware of the hurt that we’ve shared, the burdens we bear soon will flee, Victims of care, trading truth for the dare, There’s blood to be spared, so live free, We’re a rare breed, ceasing bleeds for the bees, depleting the dumb of the greed, With warnings to heed, warring pours us more needs, scoring is already set, soon you’ll see.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Sep 2013 05:53:39 +0000
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