On the verge

On the verge

A Poem by g.n.b

Take away our homes
and take our lands
Wash your hands 
and wash your sins
Drop your plans
and Pack your bags
On the verge
We want the world
On the rise
Hidden beneath 
all our cries
We l kill the dog ,
bite the bone
Ruin your dome
Like al capone
The war is on
Take over rome
The worlds for hire,
Stacks in the pyre
I am a loaded gun
b*****s on the run 
We are on the verge
Removing the purge
closing  the gap 
The musics over , 
We blow your trap
all aside
This is just a rap!

© 2014 g.n.b


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Added on June 23, 2014
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