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Blood on My Hands
Contributed by
lost_chadow
on
Thursday, 3rd May 2007 @ 01:37:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
political
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On 9-11, I called for blood, and now it's on my hands. New casualties every week but I still cannot leave my trance lost in my own rage What did you think would happen? You start a way, you get a war; it's not so easy to end it. Cracking guns and blasting bombs weren't firing though my head when I saw 3,000 people die and just wanted the culprit dead now a few men are in jail; that death sentence is hard to get. I've lost respect, people around me now rush to reject that which they once stood alongside me and demanded when angry and depressed Please, cut the crap and arrest your humanitarian second thoughts that make bile rise in my chest. You're not worried about hundreds of deaths, you just don't want them on your head. you had no objections to war when your son wasn't on the bench. So I say let them die for there's a lesson in revenge.
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2007-05-03 13:37:06] (Date/Time posted on
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