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Freedom CriesWe lie here on the dew grass fields Some of young Some of old The world's crust splinters As we march, to no gold.Freedom Cries
As the dull sun rises Projectiles reflect in our eyes Before breaking an entering We die, for these few lines.
Rifles posed and ready We struggled to remain Exploding towards the apocalypse The figures of God's domain.
Some shall mourn
So remember this date For we died for the future Our last words For our mates.
The glory field of Shrapnel
Obliteration as hell heats Yet still we ma


The Way To HeavenA Prayer.The Way To Heaven
An interstice
Beholding filled or empty seats Eyes stare; glance and watch As the red lights blink in the twilight One destination
Usual orders spoken Old words renewed A want or a need
Each minute we rise to a higher point of intensity Relaxation was within us Love surrounding us Consuming fear
A strong country, noble and bold To rise above all who might deceive it
This time it is mistaken A lavatory occupied Materials and objects strapped, locked and checked A dark males


The Red Day DawnsThe inbound, the unbred Feast upon the genocide A Global, National, Local Crisis As few of no name adopt fine pinhead rounds To be released amogsnt the unforgiven, opposition The quaking earth brings forth The droplets of our domainThe Red Day Dawns
The silence shall break as the impact is imminent But the echoing sound of my brothers flesh Is truly more terrifying than war itself As heavy burdens, our footsteps become, the senses are awakening
Sharp innocence of young children Mouths tied, Wrists slit, is this Gods hit list? Those childre
by `vhm-alex
by £deviantWEAR
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There are more worlds than the one you can hold in your hand...
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I have newer (better) ones, I just haven't gotten to them in the 4000 pictures I have to wade through. But I still like the Feb. one... it looks cold, as it was that day.
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"The same folks that are bombing innocent people in Iraq were the ones who attacked us in America on September the 11th."
~George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., July 12, 2007
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There are more worlds than the one you can hold in your hand...
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|| F*** me I'm Pimousss
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But please don't give up dear walls
Don't let the ceiling fall
Where you belong to a song
Salty eyes...
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Is it the extremist, or the media, that blow things up
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