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Grenades pulled and grasped in hands,
Sing for change, the promised land,
Doom clock burying the bones in sand,
Bloody faces won't hide it, here we stand.
Rising up to be knocked down,
Kicked with dirt, falls the crown,
Reddened patches stain her gown,
Busted lips read "Get out of town".
Disperse from this, draw the line,
A war of nothing, we'll let it shine,
What's yours is yours, mine is mine,
On fables and stories, tonight we dine.
- by Fatefuldream |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/15/2008 |
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- Title: Still Standing.
- Artist: Fatefuldream
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:) - Date: 12/15/2008
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