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Gun Point
If I brought it with blood, then the blood is all that you’d ever see.
Yeah, it’s easy to condemn the messenger- thinking your conscience is clean.
But you never hear the spoken word concerning indignities,
because delusions of the righteous can be heard anytime on anybody’s machine.
Like a spoon fed monster gone postal and off to his paradise,
after painting his home with blood and kissing his wife goodbye;
I stare into the face of the gun, from which, my reflection shines,
and I reflect on the ways that have failed to liberate Palestine.
http://youtu.be/ljIFPrmgIME
Yeah, it’s easy to condemn the messenger- thinking your conscience is clean.
But you never hear the spoken word concerning indignities,
because delusions of the righteous can be heard anytime on anybody’s machine.
Like a spoon fed monster gone postal and off to his paradise,
after painting his home with blood and kissing his wife goodbye;
I stare into the face of the gun, from which, my reflection shines,
and I reflect on the ways that have failed to liberate Palestine.
http://youtu.be/ljIFPrmgIME
Published 13th Jul 2014
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13th Jul 2014 7:05pm
