LUCHHI zANE
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CATEGORY
life
Burning down the house, we don’t need no water,
Trapped in the jacket, just walk in and slaughter,
Nam to the effect of what they want you to say,
Gathered by the chaff of how they play,
Soldiers reminisce the turmoil in the field,
Accountability don’t exist cause the market is not here,
Raising the bible as a projection of unity,
Sent home to hurry the song “Jesus loves me”,
Channels of news that hate still thrives,
Easing the tension that blood is on time.
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