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STROBE's Favorite Rapper
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As the fire and lightening rain on the desolete land
Life slowly drains away like hourglass sands
The world turns bodys burn innocent blood covers thier weopons
Like a jigsaw puzzle of exisitence the people split into sections
Fire rages armys are taken and unleashed on the already oppressed
Until the oppressed grab thier swords and raise them to thier enemys necks
Like teardrops of dragons of legend the blood slowly ignites
Woman cry as thier men die and more are sent off into the fight
The sea bubble in frustration trying to drown the hatred in its frothy waves
A dark hoode figure sharpens his sickle as he stands over the graves
The oppressed are called cowards yet only seek what is taken from them
And only want respect for what they beleive is sacred to them
Thunder crashes but what falls is not rain nor is light blocked from the sky
Until the burning and screams exahaust of machines
and dark smokes billow up and bring dark to the eyes
How do you stop a man so willing to die?
Who in nightmares hears crys of those no longer alive
How do you say wars not the answer?
when the cancer of death has eaten his heart
How do you show him light?
after a life s long in the dark
The rubble crumbles and exahaustion and struggle weigh on the land
Confusion sets and questions of WHY? formulate inside the mind of man
Cowardly acts return cowardly acts the cycle continues .......war remains
Poloticians fight with verbs words of hidden insuendos .....its all a game
Its hard to understand how id feel as a man if the roles was reversed
........maybe id be the one with a bomb strapped to my shirt
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