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Array ( [sid] => 96167 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Merchants of the Blood Trade [time] => 2005-05-29 12:51:08 [hometext] => This is about the War in Iraq and how we are losing our milatary because of personal vendetas. Hope you all like it. MaJ [bodytext] => ---------_________-------------

Fill out minds with fear to blind us
The hoax is on
There were no weapons
It's a pretty revenge
Vindication
Annihilate them
Ninety-One was nothing
This time we'll burn your cities down
We'll turn your blood to democracy
Just like jesus would do.

Se let the children burn
They're only terroist span
The blood crusade is on
A fool is at the helm
The idiot pilot of the killing machine
Make God and Country proud

Each Step of Treachery
A coalition...Weak
Pulpit of lies on holy ground
Our young come home in bags
Sent to their death by our own
Who is the real murderer?

Sell your
Half Truths
With a smile

Light the match
Hit the gas
Send them all straight to hell

We watch it unfold
Like we're living some twisted Tom Wait's song
An error of mass destruction
The blood is on our hands

Burn you nations Down
So many dies in a single breath
For blood and oil
So many died in a single breath
Ostracize us
So many died in a single breath
Sew our mouths shut
So many died in a single breath

So let the children burn
They're only terroist spawn
The blood crusade is on
A fool is at the helm
The idiot pilot of the killing machine
Make God and Country PROUD! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 57 [informant] => MajesticPoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
Merchants of the Blood Trade

Contributed by MajesticPoet on Sunday, 29th May 2005 @ 12:51:08 PM in AEST
Topic: war



---------_________-------------

Fill out minds with fear to blind us
The hoax is on
There were no weapons
It's a pretty revenge
Vindication
Annihilate them
Ninety-One was nothing
This time we'll burn your cities down
We'll turn your blood to democracy
Just like jesus would do.

Se let the children burn
They're only terroist span
The blood crusade is on
A fool is at the helm
The idiot pilot of the killing machine
Make God and Country proud

Each Step of Treachery
A coalition...Weak
Pulpit of lies on holy ground
Our young come home in bags
Sent to their death by our own
Who is the real murderer?

Sell your
Half Truths
With a smile

Light the match
Hit the gas
Send them all straight to hell

We watch it unfold
Like we're living some twisted Tom Wait's song
An error of mass destruction
The blood is on our hands

Burn you nations Down
So many dies in a single breath
For blood and oil
So many died in a single breath
Ostracize us
So many died in a single breath
Sew our mouths shut
So many died in a single breath

So let the children burn
They're only terroist spawn
The blood crusade is on
A fool is at the helm
The idiot pilot of the killing machine
Make God and Country PROUD!




Copyright © MajesticPoet ... [ 2005-05-29 12:51:08]
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Re: Merchants of the Blood Trade (User Rating: 1 )
by deepviolet on Sunday, 29th May 2005 @ 12:58:57 PM AEST
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i love this poem! puts things in perspective doesn't it? i absolutely agree that killing does not bring pride or peace. i really like the expression and slight anger in this poem. it's just so cool :).


Re: Merchants of the Blood Trade (User Rating: 1 )
by Dralion on Sunday, 29th May 2005 @ 09:27:19 PM AEST
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Always nice to see the "Artistic Resistance" gain a new member.





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