LovemeRouge

Halt. Don't tread the sanctioned earth. Where fears don't wear, and clouds of sorrow cease where human, brimming with adulteration, has no claim. The dove holds its permanent residence in the land of frothy bliss - bliss, oh, sanctioned bliss a land of ignorance it really is but at what cost could blushing veils be lifted where the piercing rays of reality lie, to dare let rain of perception wet virgin realms? Perception is the gray-misted reality, where floats truth and lie and logic kneels to king of emotion where whims and prejudice hold their seasoned sway as wars change with the winds and rivers of blood match the fleei

Bang bang bang You're dead Sorry But what choice did you really have? Really.. You should be grateful Your patriotic efforts are such a contribution to the economy And the media just loves it Yet another number, yet another tragedy You gave it up Your life, your dreams, your future For a country that mocks your being Mock your passion with redundancy and stubbornness They can't see past the now And you're the pathetic result Your cut off existence is simply a contribution to history's tireless cycle And another reminder that we will never learn Your family, your friends, those yet to be influenced by your presence Too bad So