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The Rattle

Contributed by Franciswolf on Wednesday, 25th April 2007 @ 04:38:23 PM in AEST
Topic: political

I wont wish away these days
Im not going to pray it all away
Its just a sickness in my hands and my fears getting in the way
Its just a black book crossed on out
And a religion torn about
A voice itching out to shout
With more wrong reasons then I can count

You dont deserve the dirt of slaves
Id deny you the natures rain
You swallow sin, you take it in
You thrive on down trodden pain
Ive felt your touch its and it is cold
The act you got ran old
This figures armors been ripped off
Youre no longer tough or bold

Since the dawn of a sling shot war
And a hunger out for more
We took our eyes to the skies and store
At that poisonous clouds downpour
And if you feel like youve down wrong
Let your hands reach out where they belong
Collecting toxic rain, in a shivering project
All nightlong

Go on and mark your ignorance as bliss
The silver snake, its whine and hiss
Will plant a fang into your stream
Through two teeth marks in the wrist
In pain youll wallow and cry
Till green fills your veins and it nurses you
To die
Dont be shy now, your tombstone is written out
Sonny boy, you know the reason why

In a building in Washing D.C.
The home of hope and to be free
Where fiddlers fiddle well
With the drapes closed so no one in can see
I see a serpent in the wings
That a savior calls and brings
Greed incarnate bites and stings
Like a cold conscience in a swing
Like the murder of Americanas kings

I see you little pet
Paying for all our debts
Slithering toward the gold
Without a guilt, a thought, regret
And let your aim be true
The country gives thanks to you
Through martyrdom of bite
And a parade of press revue

And if you ever thought
This writings a prophecy and Ill get caught
Its you the snake is after
Its the reason greed is bought
And you best watch your life
Im done being so calm and nice
Love is bitter; its a war thicker
Then a desert occupation or a polar melting ice

And a voice cannot rest
With venom in the throat
It doesnt tell just to gloat
It tells so that youll invest
That if you play with lives
Like a child and a snake
You best have a reason to die
Because nature doesnt give, it takes
And people dont just die
Theyll stand up and defy
Not with a shot gun shell, but a living hell
Do you hear a rattle?

I think I hear a rattle

Copyright © Franciswolf ... [ 2007-04-25 16:38:23]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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