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WarChild The artillery bombards closer todayWarChild by ~warchild69
Your home could be in the line of fire
Already there’s reports of battle on the outskirts of the city
Dangers growing more in every way
Route to safety keeps getting higher
Im sorry, but there’s no food, no end, little hope and only pity
(Chorus:
Warchild!
Don’t you wish you had another choice?
Can they hear the weeping in your voice?
Warchild!
Civilian caught in the crosshair
Targeted and shot, so unfair
Warchild!
Truly helpless as your struggling to flee
Your suffering is what we need to see
Warchild!
I promise you will not die in vein
Be free, and make their
Vigilant Vigilante A genuine sense of securityVigilant Vigilante by ~warchild69
Is what you personally long for
The impression of certainty
Conveniently available at the store
Such pointless excessive denial
Wont defend you no matter the volume
Take away the easy 911 speed dial
Now you so feeble wither in doom
(Chorus:
If you want peace to stay the same
It be best to develop a steady aim
The declaration wont assure your rights
Armour your freedom and prepare to fight
Load the clip
Cock the gun
Brace yourself for the kill!
Take your mark
Squeeze the trigger
Scream and fire at will!
Stop waiting for the uniform saviour
You’ll either die or be drained of patience
Vermin Leech There goes your remaining integrityVermin Leech by ~warchild69
Shouldn’t have mentioned I had cash
Let me know, how will you con me?
Will you be dramatic, violent and rash?
Swelling with caustic rapacity
Here’s my wallet, take my dignity and slash
(Chorus:
Your dependant on those you cheat
Nothing but a pathetic parasite
Worthless bastard you further your defeat
Every time you steal for mere spite
Glutton, prosper now and enjoy it
Thief, some day you’ll regurgitate it
A death fitting for a piece of shit
Pillage the unexpecting, free of fear
Ready to break, enter and gain
Laughing in saunter with a leer
Your neighbourhood slowly you d
Vehemence Cataclysm The Pulse is racing,Vehemence Cataclysm by ~warchild69
his breathe he’s chasing.
Choices now facing,
his thoughts are tracing.
A hurricane of emotion
Like a loaded gun
Anger burns as the sun
What should be done?
Where can he run?
From this hyperventilation
(Chorus:
Such a raw grudge bottled up inside
He can no longer repress this, it wont hide
Erratic frustration that has long been seethed
Uncontrollable choler ignited and released
This is a vehemence cataclysm
Trenchant lashing wicked schism
Temper about to explode
Sorrow makes him implode
Anxiety begins to corrode
Patience starts to erode
Something shall soon be departed
His reckless ins
Sta.sh
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-Quod me nutrit me destruit-
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-Quod me nutrit me destruit-