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Wasted Truth
Wasted on old crones and politicitical tactitions
Wither corpse of a dead shell
Souless minions of a hispocricy that is a thousend lies
Compiled within shallow eyes
In a thousend days
And a muted haze
When doe's it begin?
Speaking out loud...
Oppions and disipointments...
Lube up with the oinment..
Sodimizations,
Are Not A new creation.
Why don't you follow the times
Bend over so you don't get left behind.
When is truth the flaseity
When doe's the polictical correctness bring forth
The most brutal atrocitys
And if we just have the simplistic veiws
Of basterdized truth..
Purple colored glasses are the only things
That save us from not seeing through the masses.
It's time too change the tint of your glasses
Live life in truth and not a rose colored daze.
Becuase the population is dieing in your rose colored haze
Open your eyes and see the truth..
Spitting at the country doe's you no good.
It is not the country too worry about it is the truth..
You let lies be fed to the ashes of children.
You hide within skys of blue and of green.
When everything that is right under the surface everyone knows.
Everyone sees.
But they close a blind eyes...
Turn a deaf ear...
Becuase of this hypocricy and now that we fear..
Hurting a feeling...
Offeneding a friend..
Hide, hide away the brutality of reality from every one's eyes.
Becuase you know what everything dies.
So follow thier lies while knowing the truth...
What is there too waste but truth on the masses.
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