20 Million Heartbeats, 60-Odd Years Of Pain
The Acrid Smell Of Death Erupts
From Visions Of Distant Lands Corrupt
And All I Can Do Is Watch All The Hypocrisy
Standing Here, Alone, No One Caring For Me
Shots Echo Across A Desolate Land
Stained With The Blood Of A Fighting Man
Death Is Life’s Only Guarantee
And I Pray That It Comes Quicker For Me
Myles h
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agitprop
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Chato
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I will defend anyone's right to have a whinge or to feel sorry for themselves - especially for myself! But Myles, my friend, we have been through all this sort of thing and I must draw your attention to the example of our plucky little arse-seeking P.M. who does not complain when he is used as a sort of arsewipe by his axis-of-evil mates. He even allows his public-toilet creeping talk show host mate "The Parrot" to savage him on some occasions! |
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