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Outlined in a silhoutte of chalk, painting by numbers
Each blunder representing the same colour...
As evidence surrounds the undertow of blood in these streets.
As the meek inherit the Earth...
With blood on their feet.
They give speechless actions with printed paths to follow
While the victims weep and wallow...
Swallowing their own sympathy in hidden flasks.
Watching home videos which no tape could mask
The love in this past...
Is darkened in a sudden relapse, with a pen scratching a pad
The therapist sits back and laughs.
No joke today could bring happiness to my memories
The imagery of 21 gun salutes...
Paying homage to a bitter sweet symphony.
This is the epitamy of your government.
From God to the lawyers to the workforce; a covenant
Is all that really matters.
Hide truth and climb ladders...
Maybe then you can see the showers of fate and fortune
Come portioned to clean the blood off Bush and Martin.
This is the result of bottled intentions...
Taught lessons on how to bottle agression,
Cork, pour and drink it.
Smash the glass before the chance to think it,
Through and see what's new,
In the house of jagged glass and assorted trinkets...
Resting on the back shelf of a stainless steel cabinet
Another paint by numbers.
Is coloured by more of the government's past blunders in Cabinet.
And to see another brother die by politics...
"Lord, I ain't havin' it"

R.I.P to all those lost due to the government, politics, and anybody in a corrupted workforce.

First time writing in a bit, decided I'd switch the structure up for this one. Enjoy.
http://community.rapverse.com/showthread.php?t=195552