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Peace is not lost, it's dangling on the most intricately woven spider's web, trying to escape the devil's wrath as debris and shrapnel fly into it's path on the outer spiral, planted on uncertain freedom and inevitable death.
The sky a blaze with star spangled doom hazes, dark clouds of oil smoke float. Black lungs hum. Heartbeat like a djembe so fast, it cracks the sternum.
Homes and buildings aflame, echoes of similar names being called out seeking members of family. Is this really happening, Is this reality?
Air tastes like battery acid. No clean water to drink before, even worse now, Iraqi sacred cow.
People running, screaming bloody murderous Americans, shameless Americans, the sky looks black, blood flowing into infested sewage drains like rain. Smell the temperature rise, death aura aroma, walking over bodies still warm, arranged like cobblestones.
Smart bombs manage precise damage of its target. Penetrate, invade, attack, rape, raid, and enslave with a new system, recycled victim for possession of something that will never be yours.
Blow down innocents front doors, crying children bleed red like the power tie around your neck. Lies launch from your oil and cotton money rich mouth like tomahawk missiles, tongue like thistle.
American ignorance is bliss, welcomes this fatal kiss of death. TV firing weapons of mass persuasion, glorifying invasion of another dark complexioned nation.
Truth reads like the pages of history books, different stage, and new title. Now they idolize headlines, catch phrases, titles and quotations while sitting in a backdrop of red, white and blue, drinking orange crush plus, changing the stations while claiming liberation of another nation in the name of your God and country.
Rage blakk
blakkrage
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