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Array ( [sid] => 142352 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Marshal Law [time] => 2008-05-13 16:43:37 [hometext] => [bodytext] => This is Marshal Law,
Iron boots of oppression pound the desolate streets,
Making void the once bustling sound of freedom,
The voices of kids laughing in the moonlight,
Now is just an echo,
Replaced by the shots of domestication,
Ringing from the same barrels that once shouted for freedom,
The hollow shells drop leaving in their wake a hollow trail,
Gunpowder soaks up the tears shed by liberties children,
They see them as "terrorists" fighting for a lost cause,
We see them as freedom fighters,
Waging war for a cause never lost,
This is Marshal Law,
Neon green eyes peer through the darkness,
Watching for the steps of those stepping out of place,
Bringing order to disorder,
Disorderly seeking to subdue the savage beast of patriotism,
A new order rising from the uprising of those tired of tyranny,
As the sun rises the dew holds drops of blood,
Dripping from those who have a drop of hope,
Drooling over the idea of having their country of old,
This is Marshal Law,
These "rebels" are put down in public squares and dark allies,
Armor covered soldiers solid in their stares,
Gaze into the eyes of their neighbors and friends,
Unmerciful mercenaries paid with the idea of civil upheaval,
Riddle these "traitors" with torrents of bullets,
No questions asked,
No answers needed,
This is Marshal Law,
Crowds of dreamers lie in waiting,
Flaming bottles held steadily in their hands,
As the marching grows louder sweat lingers from the brows of anticipation,
Windows filled with the faces of eager idealists,
The scent of freedom is smelled with every exhalation,
The feeling of independence felt as the salt perspires through every pore,
Thickening the air around the passionate people patiently waiting for retribution,
Revenge for the deaths of "deviants" that were nothing more then martyrs,
They were the parents and children,
Who would not let the idea die,
This is Marshal Law,
The ground shakes below their steady feet,
Confident faces of supremacy collide with splenetic faces of undeterred uncertainty,
The light glows as the blaze rages,
Cast from the hands of the caged ages,
Swarmed with a torrent of ire and rage,
Erupting from the soul of freedoms seekers,
The windows spit fire as the dark corners churn out lead,
From the rooftops the rebel cries haunt the dreams of the slumbering,
Hailing from the skies a wall of bricks and stone descend upon the submissive soldiers,
In the middle knuckle meets knuckle,
Bone meets bone,
Blood meets blood,
Subjugation meets Freedom,
This is Marshal Law,
Cities rise to raze this abomination of a country they love so much,
To take to the streets with weapons in their hands and hope in their hearts,
The very blocks that use to be their stomping grounds now are war zones,
Filled with the bodies of their oppressors,
The sewers fill with the blood of martyrs and enemies alike,
Draining from the roads above,
We will be undeterred from our cause,
Unswayable with our resolve,
Unstoppable in our revolution,
For this is our country,
This is our home,
This is Our Law.
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Marshal Law

Contributed by shnyzz on Tuesday, 13th May 2008 @ 04:43:37 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



This is Marshal Law,
Iron boots of oppression pound the desolate streets,
Making void the once bustling sound of freedom,
The voices of kids laughing in the moonlight,
Now is just an echo,
Replaced by the shots of domestication,
Ringing from the same barrels that once shouted for freedom,
The hollow shells drop leaving in their wake a hollow trail,
Gunpowder soaks up the tears shed by liberties children,
They see them as "terrorists" fighting for a lost cause,
We see them as freedom fighters,
Waging war for a cause never lost,
This is Marshal Law,
Neon green eyes peer through the darkness,
Watching for the steps of those stepping out of place,
Bringing order to disorder,
Disorderly seeking to subdue the savage beast of patriotism,
A new order rising from the uprising of those tired of tyranny,
As the sun rises the dew holds drops of blood,
Dripping from those who have a drop of hope,
Drooling over the idea of having their country of old,
This is Marshal Law,
These "rebels" are put down in public squares and dark allies,
Armor covered soldiers solid in their stares,
Gaze into the eyes of their neighbors and friends,
Unmerciful mercenaries paid with the idea of civil upheaval,
Riddle these "traitors" with torrents of bullets,
No questions asked,
No answers needed,
This is Marshal Law,
Crowds of dreamers lie in waiting,
Flaming bottles held steadily in their hands,
As the marching grows louder sweat lingers from the brows of anticipation,
Windows filled with the faces of eager idealists,
The scent of freedom is smelled with every exhalation,
The feeling of independence felt as the salt perspires through every pore,
Thickening the air around the passionate people patiently waiting for retribution,
Revenge for the deaths of "deviants" that were nothing more then martyrs,
They were the parents and children,
Who would not let the idea die,
This is Marshal Law,
The ground shakes below their steady feet,
Confident faces of supremacy collide with splenetic faces of undeterred uncertainty,
The light glows as the blaze rages,
Cast from the hands of the caged ages,
Swarmed with a torrent of ire and rage,
Erupting from the soul of freedoms seekers,
The windows spit fire as the dark corners churn out lead,
From the rooftops the rebel cries haunt the dreams of the slumbering,
Hailing from the skies a wall of bricks and stone descend upon the submissive soldiers,
In the middle knuckle meets knuckle,
Bone meets bone,
Blood meets blood,
Subjugation meets Freedom,
This is Marshal Law,
Cities rise to raze this abomination of a country they love so much,
To take to the streets with weapons in their hands and hope in their hearts,
The very blocks that use to be their stomping grounds now are war zones,
Filled with the bodies of their oppressors,
The sewers fill with the blood of martyrs and enemies alike,
Draining from the roads above,
We will be undeterred from our cause,
Unswayable with our resolve,
Unstoppable in our revolution,
For this is our country,
This is our home,
This is Our Law.




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