AS YOU CELEBRATE IN THE DISGRACEFUL INDEPENDENCE DAY, YOU MUSTNT FORGET THAT THERES SO MUCH BLOOD ON YOUR LAND! BLOOD ON YOUR LAND (For the Aluu four) Your glee rose when clubs Cracked their skulls And cackled your ribs In the visual pleasure of their fiery death. The bodies, sullied in blood and sand, Sprawled before your eyes Sought your empathy Beckoned upon your numbed human soul But you have blood on your hands… You feasted upon their pains Inflicted upon their flesh the emptiness of your soul You broke their bones and soiled your land with blood For them and others you mauled down You have blood on your hands… Cries have ceased to touch you Your bodies desensitized to life Each cackle from your accursed lips Turn you into a narcotic Inject you with sedatives against life For you have blood on your hands… Your lands stream with blood And you trudge upon the bile of souls So wickedly cut down. Your advance is slippery Because your land is full with bad blood. For those whose blood soil the land Whose deaths foul the air For those who you shall always kill For the children that will never come from the butchered Know that it is their blood that gullies your accursed land. [Whos been punished for this crime?] (Warning: This video may be injurious to your sanity!)
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 18:37:53 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015