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Sunday, July 10, 2011

Hell and High Water

We promised ourselves
We’d find our promised land;
Through Hell
Or high water,
We’d find our way.
We followed you home,
But you lead us to Hell
And left us high
And dry.
You led us to victory,
Or so we thought,
But you got the victory,
And we got saliva
In our mouths
from hunger,
In our eyes
from hate.
And now it’s too late.

Don’t worry though;)
For your turn is next:)
‘Cause Justice is a noble cause,
Like sand that traps you,
So your injustice will devour you.
And drag you down
With us
To Hell.
And you will drown.
In your own high water.
On your own high horse.
Getting higher
With every puff
Of injustice.
Every piece of the puzzle
You swallow
To hide it.
You will choke on.
For Justice isn’t dead,
Nor does He sleep,
Injustice shall fail
And Justice prevail.

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