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Follow all that has been told,
can't break free, can't break the mold,
No one else's hand to hold,
Reasoning is tagged and sold.
Remember back to 9-11,
a hundred angels flew to heaven,
spread their wings for the very first time
and never got to say goodbye.
"Where am I? Am I dead?"
"Am I crazy in the head?"
"Where is God?"
"Where is my dad?"
Looking for the nearest answer
didn't think to take a peek
at the earth beneath the ashes,
answers hidden underneath.
An arrow from the soul
pierced the towers built from coal,
the God, which came to save us,
Being used to take control!
Saddam took up His visage
and some answered His call,
some hoped to see us suffer,
some hoped to see us fall.
Until this problem's ended,
I won't trust another leader
who invokes the name of God
like a juggler in his theater,
performing tricks to get a reaction
from his own allying faction.
Some may call it cynicism,
some may call it cold,
some may call it false.
I call it skidmarks on the soul.
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- Title: Skidmarks on the Soul
- Artist: FuriazFTW
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- Date: 11/27/2009
- Tags: manipulation control domination leadership religion
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Comments (3 Comments)
- FuriazFTW - 11/30/2009
- 0.o
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- Kittilord - 11/29/2009
- Wow. This makes 9-11 hysterical!! Nine fun fun!!
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- Kaiuc00 - 11/27/2009
- wholy sheets that was good i like it lots
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