in the front lines
the sun has its spots
kill the children
yells one
mistreated misguided misjudged
in a sense what is left?
who can we turn too
living has to suffer
the pain of death
as a loved one falls
you are not forgotten
as one judges
you are not for god
the sky cries fire
color of life mudded
all of a sudden it is
not a game
he that spreads frost
like wool spreads ash
mortal creators
destroy themselves
as they hang on their light scribed discs
building to a dead fantasy
membranes in and out they breath
regeneration towards our primal needs
our humanity should be left untampered
subversive attitude knows the truth of the black sun
like edges of waterfall buildings splash
we dont care for our own
we rape we hate and we kill
we rape we hate and we kill
we rape we hate and we kill
(we should be ashamed)
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this songs name is from a friend from Puerto Rico.....
©Quiñones2011
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