bombs on Gazasmoke that's curling over blood that's swirlingis coming to life in a faithful landbringing to life the curdling screamsdying dreams of justice fade into the nightI don't know what we have donewe the people we the sonschildren of corruption born againmoney, loans, weapons soldpainting a picture with a bayonet of goldeveryone's got a point of viewsome see old and some see newpeace is only seen by a fewis there an answeris there a curefor this madness like cancerspreading in a blur
The Virgin CanvasWe were bound for greatness.We were almost there. Everything was still,And then the gun went off,And the blood was left there,Staining my face.I basked in the sun.I basked in my glory.Everything was left,And we started it again.And I found myself saying,"Let's try to keep this canvas as clean as we can."A new canvas, a new girl,A new lust driven virgin with blood pumping through her veins And hormones seeping out of her white linen skirt.She should control herself.
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