The Decline of America
Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 3:34 am
I composed this quite a while ago, found it and thought I'd share it with y'all...hope you enjoy!!!
(Political Smirks)
Cunt-tree of viscious ploy Bush in the breeze whistles blood for oil,
War-fare? Is war fair as innocent fall burried turning mud to soil?
An endless slope of ignorance pushes tolerance to a bottomless pit,
In the midst of a mist Canada lies brother to death at the bottom of this.
Political suits cover up at night with a cover up that life isn't priceless,
Murdering the very individuals that tailered their attires, how righteous.
Clowns that don't laugh yet they proceed to smirk and speak jokes,
Like the fact that everythings under control, truly we've fleed hope.
Seek popes! Pray this self-inflicted decline is an absolvable sin,
Red liquid stains American palms...somehow they call it a win.
(Racial Frowns)
Alleys no longer safe to roam they've merely become a page of rome,
Kill anything that's different, bullets fired into chests to pay for chrome.
Disdain has grown tainted bones peel flesh leaving an image of death,
Currency belongs to the living, the man with the gun? Give him respect?
Limitless cheques cashed by those with the power to take a life at will,
Write your wills for despite your will-power dominates all with incisive thrills.
Smite the chill running down your spine called regret and it goes away,
Feel no remorse for your actions and forget the thought of those in pain?
Harlem lullaby to some, those who escaped are considered the enemy,
Later on they discover a friend who bleeds is a friend indeed!
(Silent Decline)
Only one voice can be heard, one finger points, one growls at wholes,
Deminish odds inspiring insanity with the cemetary of a thousand souls.
The only objection heard is faint, a Bush in the wind whistles blood for oil,
War-fare? Is war fair as innocent fall burried turning mud to soil?
1
-- Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:14 am --
alrighty then...1
(Political Smirks)
Cunt-tree of viscious ploy Bush in the breeze whistles blood for oil,
War-fare? Is war fair as innocent fall burried turning mud to soil?
An endless slope of ignorance pushes tolerance to a bottomless pit,
In the midst of a mist Canada lies brother to death at the bottom of this.
Political suits cover up at night with a cover up that life isn't priceless,
Murdering the very individuals that tailered their attires, how righteous.
Clowns that don't laugh yet they proceed to smirk and speak jokes,
Like the fact that everythings under control, truly we've fleed hope.
Seek popes! Pray this self-inflicted decline is an absolvable sin,
Red liquid stains American palms...somehow they call it a win.
(Racial Frowns)
Alleys no longer safe to roam they've merely become a page of rome,
Kill anything that's different, bullets fired into chests to pay for chrome.
Disdain has grown tainted bones peel flesh leaving an image of death,
Currency belongs to the living, the man with the gun? Give him respect?
Limitless cheques cashed by those with the power to take a life at will,
Write your wills for despite your will-power dominates all with incisive thrills.
Smite the chill running down your spine called regret and it goes away,
Feel no remorse for your actions and forget the thought of those in pain?
Harlem lullaby to some, those who escaped are considered the enemy,
Later on they discover a friend who bleeds is a friend indeed!
(Silent Decline)
Only one voice can be heard, one finger points, one growls at wholes,
Deminish odds inspiring insanity with the cemetary of a thousand souls.
The only objection heard is faint, a Bush in the wind whistles blood for oil,
War-fare? Is war fair as innocent fall burried turning mud to soil?
1
-- Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:14 am --
alrighty then...1