WWIII
Who's that knocking on the door? Say the name, I heard screams and saw gore, should I be afraid? Where are my parents? I don't wan' remain alone, Greed is poisonous, that is why you've filthy lungs, The war's not started now, it has always been before, You were just wearing sheepskin, like a smile with fake warm heart, Make a farm with people, an incubator for soldiers, All of those are evil, you must enjoy how they suffer, No one goes to heaven 'cause you're lacking that mercy, Delusion of grandeur, the whole budget is dirty, Robbery of freedom, that's the norm, don't worry, Shut the fuck up, go to prison, you're nobody, not important, Unlike the image with the glory Dough is the reason why they're horny, Ahhh... I'm fed up with these stories 'Bout a better future and an uncertain morning... Let's chill the blood with the mind and analyze the current situation, Uh... How's it that everyone finds it alright to kill their own kind without any regrets? Huh? I won't renounce my words, they're mine, I don't change my shoes on quick, Huh? How can I trust those who hiss? I find it hard to describe, but it's easier to kiss, To convey what's inside, it's buried too deep, Relax and close your eyes to feel and to see, It's easier for my mind to hide, Beat my conscience to a pulp behind a bright smile, Lying to myself like everything I feel is fine, Oh, I know it's all my fault, it's mine everytime... Hah, hahaha... Love would help me through the war, 'Cause my bleeding heart is sore, Bodies fall dead to the ground, Thinking if I will be found, Blood's replaced the water, The shepherd's gone insane, but for some reason the sheeps must suffer, Spread the propaganda, Atrophy the remaining critical thinking, no doubt, as it's the pure God's word...
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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