RAPED, by these fu..cking death sighnes,
they spit their words out, like the clouds
from above, then watch as we land on our
broken knees, still there is freedom in this
shit, its just to big to see, up close i mean, ,
RAPED by the war in IRAC, they kill each other
with their own hands, then point at you then
me, and bush sits back, and waves his own
flag, and says, in the end your brothers death
well mean peace, as for me i need another drink.
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