Priscilla and the patriot in love tonight, with you so ever far from my arms the military now in charge the few pockets of civil disobedience subsequent riots have quickly been neutralized martial law now the status quo in a world torn apart to be offered something as precious as a beating heart i wonder aloud to those no longer afraid to listen as soldiers dragged the immigrant from the crowd what in the hell? the world found worth fighting for? how many summers have passed? those sweet days of, olive skin pressed sealed in sweat... memories as those will get a man killed or the question of treason loyalty always under review to live to die just with a thought of you in the rubble of a temple a family seeks shelter the father looks insane with hunger & fear terrorized by the ones sworn to protect the mother has witnessed the monster brought forth in all men even the boy she once adored now a beast awaiting a kill the children openly pray for death G-d looks away shamed as his servants serve blood agents patrol the streets seeking out the hidden spies pictures frames are empty not a single one even under enhanced interrogations will ever know that i ...i...i... once only loved you i would meet you at the train station but the rebels have seized the border mi amore held hostage in Javiers arms i sold my allegiance to the State to grant you both passage to the North the east has been lost we fight we move west for whatever maybe left cruel times to be alive harsher yet to know the safety of love... abandoned as the bombs fell that delicate hue humanity painted hubris in blood red the color of the flag we buried liberty under hiding here in the ruins of paradise the resistance retains a few strong holds by our might or the winters cruelty they will be crushed by spring showers surgical strikes the summer may yet be Ours, who may make war with us gods who have the skies under our control in defense of the offense with might there is never a debate to right a world divided into thirds each sector fighting for supremacy of dwindling resources in this theater of war the pawns are the audience welcome to the drone wars... (we turned a machine on, we couldnt turn off)
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 21:02:30 +0000
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