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When War Is Not a War

When war is not a war. 

Kinetic movements causes bomb to fall 
over Libya. Hence we are not at war with 
that country, because Kaddafi’s army is
is not shooting at us. 
War is only war when we get hurt or killed.
We have been able to banish war from
 our vocabulary...

Send forth unmanned helicopters and 
drones, we are only engaged in a kinetic 
operation to subdue the savages. 

There is no war between the good guys 
In Benghazi and Gaddafi’s people in Tripoli 
It is a skirmish   
And NATO operation in Libya is purely an exercise 
in Kinematic forward movement.

Satan and the Hallow Oaks

Satan and the Hallow Oaks

Alone lost for not only does time fade
In only these lives will you feel our eyes 
Beating…Beating
Like the heart of the lost
Like the blood seeping through you wounds
He knows pain
He is known as pain
Wishing only harm
Upon you and upon himself
Cast down from paradise 
For the simple sin of wanting more
Wanting more than was given but there was nothing to give
An escape given to the sinners
It confines only the saints
Paradise was only the image they painted 
With words that make it sound perfect
But with all places war 
War will follow the cold winter
And end the summer
In the forest of the hallow oaks
Satan waits praising the forgiveness 
Forgiveness he won’t receive 
For the faith he denied 
All these ties fade to find a new reason to fail
A new reason I am nothing
Nothing… Nothing
Nothing more than a shallow memory in the fog
In the fog of war on the frontlines
Fighting but I don’t know why
What purpose do I serve 
Ending these lives that could fade with peace
I wish I could fade in peace
But instead I die in a haze of fire
They call it glory 
They call it fate
I call it pointless
When you wake be sure to be humble
Satan and the hallow oaks will be waiting
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War and Life

When will the war end

not the war on terror

but the war against life

everyday i wake up and go outside

its like stepping onto a battle field

just had me the gun society already

brainwashed me

are we living or is big brother controlling

us television tells us what to think how to

act what to wear what to eat whats

beautiful .... when do we say i want

or i think or i feel

young girls making babies at 13 and 14

cities being washed away

little chile crumbled beneathe the feet of

its people

is this not a war

lets just close our eyes and invision the most

beautiful place in the world acres of green grass

seas where you can see the bottom not the bodies

that have been discarted like animals like once upon

a time they didnt have a life

just leave thee stress behind and get rid of the

weight on your shoulders go tell everyone to come

along lets leave behind the war everyone has a place

in THUGZ MANSION ! ;)

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