Stalemate
Peace is a separate part of the process.
Weep for the ones who have wagered wrong.
We come with cameras and killers and progress,
Put your plastic on…
Sit on your hands and hold this.
Forego the feast and pray.
Listen to the silent soldier - coming your way.
Repercussive rule - pacified by fuel.
Razing sacred sand - strangled by our helping hand.
Pretense is probably part of the problem.
We'll never wonder if we were wrong.
We're too entrenched in the problems to solve them.
We've abstained too long.
Repercussive rule -pacified by fuel.
Razing sacred sands - strangers in our rightful land.
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