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Array ( [sid] => 136742 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Democratize the Oil [time] => 2007-08-15 03:35:02 [hometext] => So...why are the 'rat's' deserting the ship? [bodytext] => Beneath heavens painted a dismal gray
Where even the sun hides from the day
Greasy smother presses the stifling air
Muffling a final gasp below vacant stare

An instant bred from history, without glory
It's but only a minute in a timeless story
The arrival, for some, the result of choice
No, it's kismet, claims the others voice

Greed-driven motives dressed in national beware
Pushing a tale about something not really there
Freedom's promise now fading with your breath
Your moment emptied by dollars, deceipt, and death

What does it matter if it's rhyme or reason
Whether it was option or just fate's season
The nazi's grandson and his wallet undeserving
His purchased office is what your truly serving

The dream-fed minutes swell until peace will be had
You wait for after, strong, pround and costume-clad
Charging headlong into some enigmatic unknown
There's still love to be felt and plans to be grown

Yet it doesn't matter whether you're alive or dead
As long as there's gold in his bank, his lies spread
For you and/or yours, he obviously doesn't care
So...is he really worth dying for...over there

Watering foriegn flowers with life clotting red
Unearned trust has just left you alone and dead
Your mother's anguished tears fill her sad day
As the undertaker deposits remains cold and gray



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Democratize the Oil

Contributed by reprobate on Wednesday, 15th August 2007 @ 03:35:02 AM in AEST
Topic: political



Beneath heavens painted a dismal gray
Where even the sun hides from the day
Greasy smother presses the stifling air
Muffling a final gasp below vacant stare

An instant bred from history, without glory
It's but only a minute in a timeless story
The arrival, for some, the result of choice
No, it's kismet, claims the others voice

Greed-driven motives dressed in national beware
Pushing a tale about something not really there
Freedom's promise now fading with your breath
Your moment emptied by dollars, deceipt, and death

What does it matter if it's rhyme or reason
Whether it was option or just fate's season
The nazi's grandson and his wallet undeserving
His purchased office is what your truly serving

The dream-fed minutes swell until peace will be had
You wait for after, strong, pround and costume-clad
Charging headlong into some enigmatic unknown
There's still love to be felt and plans to be grown

Yet it doesn't matter whether you're alive or dead
As long as there's gold in his bank, his lies spread
For you and/or yours, he obviously doesn't care
So...is he really worth dying for...over there

Watering foriegn flowers with life clotting red
Unearned trust has just left you alone and dead
Your mother's anguished tears fill her sad day
As the undertaker deposits remains cold and gray



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Re: Democratize the Oil (User Rating: 1 )
by GemmaLouiseRose on Wednesday, 15th August 2007 @ 03:37:42 AM AEST
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very good xx


Re: Democratize the Oil (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Wednesday, 15th August 2007 @ 04:34:05 AM AEST
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Excellent write my friend, and I couldn't agree more with you.
Peace,
Laura




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