Us, Monsters
Tue, 3 Apr 2007 at 10:35am
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You're like a bad penny,
Preaching peace
Then pointing a finger.
You're like a bad penny,
You keep coming back
Like the ocean reclaiming rock.
"It's for your own good."
We've heard better.
FUCK YOU.
We were here first
And we will be here LAST.
How? Your guns are bigger?
It's not about guns.
It's about hope, it's about life.
We have none of both.
Our NEED to die
Is what makes us monsters.
Not our beleifs,
Not the shade of our skin,
You couldn't care less about our way of life.
This isn't about morals.
This isn't some great tragic misunderstanding
We need to die
And if we can drag you screaming
Into the bowls of hell?
We will.
You're like a bad penny
You keep coming back.
As Greeks against Trojans,
As Romans,
As Vikings,
As Colonialists.
And now as this.
You die, you cry,
But you keep coming back.
The call for loot is too much for you,
Be it gold or black.
Has your tendency to wake up, in the morning and look EAST become
PART of your genetics, we wonder?
You claim that we started it.
If we started it, why are you HERE?
Here.
HERE.
Location. Location.
Invasion.
You're like a bad penny...
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On reread, I still like it. :) I think the term "bad penny" should be enteredin the IF dictionary along with "bran" and whatever else is in there.