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[sid] => 126367
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[aid] => mick
[title] => War Time Lullaby
[time] => 2006-09-29 22:13:45
[hometext] => ~Those who fail to understand history are doomed to repeat it~
[bodytext] => War Time Lullaby The human mind, it’s so divine Were so innocent in our crimes Take a deep breath for the final death And be prepared to forgive all your debts The royal figure heads stand firm from what you've seen I saw the blood on King Louis’ guillotine Short in stature, led wolves to the slaughter A figure head dies and another divides and conquers What are we fighting for in this civil war? An oxy moron where the second words the score Time will pass and worlds shall collapse Say your peace in the singing mass Nail the spikes through the turban of the fat man who was hungry I’ll remind you to keep your superstition in your own god damned country The prince of Romania wrapped in sawed off skin The blood of the Turks is on my plate again Sail the seven seas in search of blasphemy Stand tall on the shoulders of hypocrisy The biblical prophecy speaks of forgiven heresy He holds it to his ear, "it isn’t saying **** to me" Armor and cannons derive, kill the entire tribe Fill this room up with gold until it reaches my eyes To spare the prince his burning death on the mountains high He shall die a quicker way if he allows himself to be baptized As soon as he comes up from the waters and hears his Christian name He is drowned and they burn the body anyway They sailed to new lands spreading the joys of a new religion To teach the world about the mighty Spanish inquisition Filthy and wicked, tainted and sickened Lick the plates clean, raped and twisted Flame tipped arrows sail about to steal the women and trout Build a mighty wall to keep this scum out He was born with a blood clot in his hand To tell a nation of his master plan Suicide after genocide, a whole religion nearly dies All under a madman’s screams and cries March in sync and keep the beat The epic rhythm of death straps them to their seat X marks the spot in a history shaded and blurry It’s all under the cross that stands topsy turvy Napalm in the sky, another boy dies Scared to death, controlled from a puppet's lies Grenades strapped to her hands, spit on him in his home land He was just doing as he commands When a politician sings Thousands of soldiers get their wings The peace of home is all he begs Let’s bring our boys home with no arms or legs The wells pump green the oils of the obscene The bombing raids and children scream Fear consumes all and fear is the subtle call If you stand on the crater of ground zero you’re sure to fall Praise Allah Two great Satans meet face to face The holy war whores and the master race The so called chosen ones are too blind to treasure The gift god gave his children when they escaped the desert We will kill each other until the other dies Sing a praise unto me with the war time lullaby [comments] => 2 [counter] => 321 [topic] => 13 [informant] => vermillion [notes] => Mod 9 9/30/06 bleep word Please bleep the whole word. Thanks [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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