how do I explain to my children why we kill each other and have forever why we choose to draw blood and feast on the dead lie to ourselves and celebrate
entire life, what the fuck do you know about our needs? Until that day you sleep with Reagan sleep with Hitler and every other murderous enemy motherfucker
you can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals a short life in confinement penned in and underfed languishing in a solitary misery no one
the red scare that was for the people the money and power that was for you the profits of death the profits of war your spoils alone no security and
what the fuck do we wake up for when every fiber in our bodies aches for us to end it kill yourself and call it the end or fight your way through it
from the streets of Selma to Birmingham to their monuments we rose en masse a voice of revolt the voices of revolution no army can withstand the strength
we have and this may be our only freedom to deny their influence the examples that surround us if we can purge ourselves many of us will fall to our enemies
What can move a mountain from the place where it stands? What can calm the greatest fear with a touch from its hand? What can turn an enemy to a brother
Something about that Holy Ghost it'll make you wanna shout Shout that burden out Something about that Holy Ghost it'll a make you wanna move Move for
Ready for the enemy Hungry for the battle Fighting hard for victory In the army of the king Armed with shield and sword We mounted our horses Leaving
The sun is awaking, the fires glow down The spirit has spoken, the token was found Dance to the rhythm, the beat of the drum Is shaking the mountain,
i have spent my whole life waiting, preparing for the feast, And now you say jerusalem has fallen and is lost, The king of heathen saracen has seized the holy
vistas, swathed in the haze Of the reddening sunset Fell to whispers 'neath stars That marred descending skies From the cusp of midnight mountains Wending
Isn't there a holy war you're going to With cause enough, enough to do, oh? The Holy Grail has disappeared There's nothing left to fight for here There
defeat the evil enemies And we'll ride with our lord For the power and the throne in the name of holy thunderforce Holy ! Holy Thunderforce! Force!
us. She is life and she will fight The sword of Islam. She is shown and she will know The sword of Islam. Helplessly surrounded by the enemy, His call
Does a firm perswasion that a thing is so, make it so? ' He replied: ' All poets believe that it does,& in ages of imagination this firm perswasion removed mountains
Why should I become the Dark Queen And how shall I become this Black thing My Holy Blood turned to bitterness Before the first Oceans... or the Mountains
