figth free
Chainned to the stick of Imperialisme.
Is this what we call freedom?
Consuming what we are told, believing it is ou own will.
Addictive to the smallest thing. Believing we are free.
Gathering around in groups to calm us.
Our spirits taken.
Only flesh and blood remaince.
Now it is our time my childern will we scruw up like our beloved parents?
We shall see what the future brings.
Unite and break loose, fight for freedom with blood and tears. Darkness will bow. We shall suffer. Every tear, every drop of blood will be worth giving. Every life is worth dieing for. Free you soul.
Is this what we call freedom?
Consuming what we are told, believing it is ou own will.
Addictive to the smallest thing. Believing we are free.
Gathering around in groups to calm us.
Our spirits taken.
Only flesh and blood remaince.
Now it is our time my childern will we scruw up like our beloved parents?
We shall see what the future brings.
Unite and break loose, fight for freedom with blood and tears. Darkness will bow. We shall suffer. Every tear, every drop of blood will be worth giving. Every life is worth dieing for. Free you soul.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Adrian: | Donderdag, mei 01, 2003 20:18 |
| What kind of darkness? Dying for who? Impressive, Groet, Adrian |
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| Auteur: Aessedai | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 april 2003 | ||
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