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Painting a Canvas of protest
Crys fill these worlds
The show plays on
Using the hearts of the week bittersweet little of enjoyment
Waking up with many accountable for these words
A recruiter enters and leaves then takes
Lies is what spills out of the medias mouth that keeps believability going
The people rise, They will rise
The strong will help the weak, but some destroy
They sit linned in silence as one which causes bitter distaste of hate enter their heart walk with pride
A serenade of distraction masks the truth set out to be
Cameras watch our every move any and everything is out there for them to pick and prod at
Reading inbetween the lines is what lets this arise
We the people rule over our minds which must speak and be heard through the thick skulls of society
Words inspire to move foward and live without hesitation of wrong and right
Let us speak do we not have the right?Why stop something that cant be stopped
One will rise then two then three spreading speaking then suddenly blinded men enter and take what is misunderstood orders which put agony upon others why must our rights be taken upon a thrust filled wih lies and pain answer me that for this revolution...
