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your hypocritical ways are jaded
for i wish not to swallow your word
so upon me you spit your hatred
to me your words are seldom heard
you force your thoughts on civilization
slithering sliver tongues of dark deceit
perceiving us as a criminal organization
while you lay in your golden conceit
where your mouth opens bats fly from
your scheming false worshiped deities
i take each hit knowing where it has come
each word a lashing to my body from these
you and your cult flock from town to city
setting up your houses of back biting
asking for donations begging for our pity
and chastising our wars we're fighting
yet you drive the cause home to heart
as your lips smile heavy with greed
without a care as we are ripped apart
for money, to our safety it does superceed
so i chose to ignore your temples built of pain
for when each of your disciples do speak
it slowly turns my mind towards the insane
wishing to make each one of you reap
spilling our nations blood years over
the wrongs you cause and shove deep
and you drink your wine as we're sober
the drops that fall to the ground now seep
into the waterways of or poor countries mind
and now it is truly futile to try to resist you
no matter what, there will always be your kind
so there is nothing that i could ever hope to do
-------I Give Up---------
wow i think you took part of the brutality! haha
it's really good... nice choice of words and very thorough. I didn't really understand "spilling our nations blood years over" part though. I guess I'm not sure who this poem is direct towards, but it's good."
the spilling the blood is directed towards religions, most major wars are because of being driven by religion,...
for i wish not to swallow your word
so upon me you spit your hatred
to me your words are seldom heard
you force your thoughts on civilization
slithering sliver tongues of dark deceit
perceiving us as a criminal organization
while you lay in your golden conceit
where your mouth opens bats fly from
your scheming false worshiped deities
i take each hit knowing where it has come
each word a lashing to my body from these
you and your cult flock from town to city
setting up your houses of back biting
asking for donations begging for our pity
and chastising our wars we're fighting
yet you drive the cause home to heart
as your lips smile heavy with greed
without a care as we are ripped apart
for money, to our safety it does superceed
so i chose to ignore your temples built of pain
for when each of your disciples do speak
it slowly turns my mind towards the insane
wishing to make each one of you reap
spilling our nations blood years over
the wrongs you cause and shove deep
and you drink your wine as we're sober
the drops that fall to the ground now seep
into the waterways of or poor countries mind
and now it is truly futile to try to resist you
no matter what, there will always be your kind
so there is nothing that i could ever hope to do
-------I Give Up---------
wow i think you took part of the brutality! haha
it's really good... nice choice of words and very thorough. I didn't really understand "spilling our nations blood years over" part though. I guess I'm not sure who this poem is direct towards, but it's good."
the spilling the blood is directed towards religions, most major wars are because of being driven by religion,...
