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The First Against The Wall
Our angel of death triumphs
On metal wings today.
The land was bled of every last child.
So now we start anew
The history we refused
In favor of the good book,
Crutches and bleeding palms.
And we will sing the psalms
To the first against the wall
When the revolution comes
With the chambers of our guns.
Do you remember our hopes?
The essence of liberty?
My mother is dead,
Her descent drowned her pleas,
The streetlight traces her head.
All that's left now is my bleeding heart,
And my aching head full of impure thoughts--
Courted by the cold metal barrel,
Of course.
Do you think God speaks to you, demon?
God only speaks to those who will hear Him.
No shit.
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