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War Time Lullaby
Contributed by
vermillion
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Friday, 29th September 2006 @ 10:13:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
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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
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vermillion
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2006-09-29 22:13:45]
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Re: War Time Lullaby
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by emystar on
Saturday, 30th September 2006 @ 02:33:13 AM AEST
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I'm speechless.
Awesome work.
huggs,
emy |
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Re: War Time Lullaby
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by Chamaron on
Saturday, 30th September 2006 @ 07:53:56 PM AEST
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| This had brilliant imagery and a striking message. I was sincerely moved... or rather sufficiently outraged. A job well done! |
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