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The Rattle
Contributed by
Franciswolf
on
Wednesday, 25th April 2007 @ 04:38:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
political
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I won’t wish away these days
I’m not going to pray it all away
It’s just a sickness in my hands and my fears getting in the way
It’s just a black book crossed on out
And a religion torn about
A voice itching out to shout
With more wrong reasons then I can count
You don’t deserve the dirt of slaves
I’d deny you the nature’s rain
You swallow sin, you take it in
You thrive on down trodden pain
I’ve felt your touch it’s and it is cold
The act you got ran old
This figure’s armor’s been ripped off
You’re no longer tough or bold
Since the dawn of a sling shot war
And a hunger out for more
We took our eyes to the skies and store
At that poisonous clouds downpour
And if you feel like you’ve down wrong
Let your hands reach out where they belong
Collecting toxic rain, in a shivering project
All nightlong
Go on and mark your ignorance as bliss
The silver snake, it’s whine and hiss
Will plant a fang into your stream
Through two teeth marks in the wrist
In pain you’ll wallow and cry
Till green fills your veins and it nurses you
To die
Don’t be shy now, your tombstone is written out
Sonny boy, you know the reason why
In a building in Washing D.C.
The home of hope and to be free
Where fiddlers fiddle well
With the drapes closed so no one in can see
I see a serpent in the wings
That a savior calls and brings
Greed incarnate bites and stings
Like a cold conscience in a swing
Like the murder of Americana’s kings
I see you little pet
Paying for all our debts
Slithering toward the gold
Without a guilt, a thought, regret
And let your aim be true
The country gives thanks to you
Through martyrdom of bite
And a parade of press revue
And if you ever thought
This writings a prophecy and I’ll get caught
It’s you the snake is after
It’s the reason greed is bought
And you best watch your life
I’m done being so calm and nice
Love is bitter; it’s a war thicker
Then a desert occupation or a polar melting ice
And a voice cannot rest
With venom in the throat
It doesn’t tell just to gloat
It tells so that you’ll invest
That if you play with lives
Like a child and a snake
You best have a reason to die
Because nature doesn’t give, it takes
And people don’t just die
They’ll stand up and defy
Not with a shot gun shell, but a living hell
Do you hear a rattle?
I think I hear a rattle
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
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2007-04-25 16:38:23] (Date/Time posted on
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