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Another monument’s raised in rubble as a cell becomes a tomb,
hopes and dreams lie buried with the bodies they exhume
Twisted and dus..
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Ten
years ago today i faced a storm on sorrow's shore,
its
sands had fallen still within the hour glass
The
winds stripped bare al..
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A
land cracked
and
torn asunder
for
what lay beneath,
bleeding
to
fill coffers
held
in foreig..
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From crucifixes to credit cards, from Crusades to free market demands The new gods have arrived, and like the old have blood stained hands Wired deit..
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The emperor speaks his solemn words, with sombre tone and downcast eyes The linguistics of grief, a eulogy of young lives taken by surprise Speaking ..
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The shock on people’s faces as they realised at long last that the future being written was a re-run of the past A stutter in the narrative as ..
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Conditioned into thinking that we need a guiding hand,bound to go right off the rails unless the course is plannedUnable or unwilling to act within th..
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A single thudding heartbeat in a sea of disconnection,a weeping heart amongst these effigies of stoneIn the midst of material dreams a vision’s ..
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Echoes of Afghanistan in arming primitive mindsThe enemies of our enemy does not mean a friend’s definedSupporting violent prophets in their vis..
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I am the downwards journey of the guillotines
blade
,
releasing heads made heavy from the crowns of
Empire made
I am the star..
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