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Ghosts Be Justified
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Ghosts Be Justified |
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Ben Junior Member
since 2004-01-17
Posts 21 |
Children stagger blindly over scorched sand Panting the corrosion of a sanctioned wasteland Smouldering ashes of a place once entitled home Now sit in the death of a constricting dome Lifeless flesh dripping from a brittle bone As the masses gasp life in a blood swamped battle zone The foaming mouth of the masticating devil Disillusioned in the eclipse of the martyrdom rebel The staggering steps of crimson stained feet On the surface of deaths entreat Clinging to bitter visions of tasteless dreams In the tossed and sliced scenes The ghosts be justified In a land ganda dyed For breathing on soil That be rich in oil They justify Those who die By breathing on devil soil That be rich in oil The decaying hand lies on the shoulder of life As the misty atmosphere of corrosion lays rife Hear the echo of a mother screaming Drowning in the soils own bleeding Puppets claiming a patriotic right to grace As shots of blood shower over a child’s face The puppet infected transmission Claims freedom mission But not for the ghosts of Kurdistan The scatted particles of human contraband The smouldering Assyro-Chaldean villages The dogmatist privileges The slaughter house of Abu Greb prison The headless raped women Or the oppressed Turkmen But a fuliginous power spillage As dark fluid is set on a west bound voyage The ghosts be justified In a land ganda dyed For breathing on soil That be rich in oil They justify Those who die By breathing on devil soil That be rich in oil |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
what a song! I could hear the music! |
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poetically ghetto Member
since 2004-01-20
Posts 100 |
very deep my friend very deep indeed will be looking for more |
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