Memories and backgrounds will cease.
As history and timelines repeat
Waiting for you to abide and justify all reasonings and logic of blood filled malice enmity
Flooding our cherished streets with poverty led agony.
Born to refuse.
The political conscience has fallen to it’s knees
any reminisce of humanity, sold out.
The spoils of war will consume our great king.
The greed we harbor will destroy all we seek.
My hands will haunt the earth.
You can’t put a fucking price on my head.
I’ve got no heart to break, I’ve got no soul to steal.
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