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#projecthumanity Stripping down the posters, And running through the pain, There's no more playing by their rules, It's war, now, not a game.
She came to the young lonely soldier, Freezing in the trench It was the morning of his nineteenth year, His hands numb, his teeth clenched.
Build bridges. Burn them down. Drive us all. Underground. We had a voice. But now...It's gone. Silenced. In the. Breaking dawn. Greed. Tore us apart. Feeding on. Our beating hearts. Took away.
We won't give up, We will fight to the death. Savour ever moment. Value every breath. We'll scrap and claw, To save our race. We won't give in to pleas, Or a desperate face.
As the door flung open a pair if feet in black leathery shoes walked in. They belonged to the nun I saw walking down the corridor a few moments before.
I am Leni and this is my story. BANG, BANG, BANG. I ran out the back window hoping no one saw me escape the killing of my family.
Thats it then, Its over, Whatever it is we tried, We failed, You know from giving up, There is no return, We leave now, We never come back, You want that.
You can chain me, You can beat me, But nothing you do can perceive me any different in your eyes, Time and time again you put my head in the water, Chain me and whip me you do, Don't know why I still...
#augustwriteaday. #augustwriteaday. She wriggles to the rhythm. Softly moves her feet. Swaying to a rumba. And a bossanova beat. A picture of her boy. Clutched tightly to her chest.
"Grapple hooks ready!" The white lies are coming in. Watch them by their hundreds... Watch this war begin. "Climb them ropes." There trying to pull us down. Trying make us become one of them.
Sign your name along the dots, We need it here and here. You see that small print at the end. That's to make it clear.
They'll never catch me, even though I'm chained. So many cuts and bruises I'm used to pain. I smile, for pain and death are my only friends. I won't surrender, not even if the world ends.
Is it really worth all of this bother, Another day putting one foot in front of the other. Twenty-four hours filled with trouble and strife, Minutes pass by while battles are rife.
Perfect beauty with glistening eyes You can't see that it's all lies Into the greed and lust you fall Thinking you've got it all.
They're at it again Scaremonger at large to what is their gain. "Terrorism" it's called the tool that controls us "no" I won't applaud. I don't believe your lies.
I was born for a reason. A purpose. An aim. To sow their misfortune. To kill. And to maim. But chose to change track. To rebel. To step out. To warn of death coming. To sing. Devout.
'Wo sind die Postkarten. Wo sind sie?' We play a game, Hide and seek Only with life and death In the balance. He cannot find them. He must not find them My job is not done.
I bit down on his hand hard.
Try to shut me up. I'm sorry, it won't work. Come fire me up. You wanna start a war. I'm just a man with his dying wishes. I'm just the man with the smoking gun.
We shall write on the beaches, we shall write on the landing grounds, we shall write in the fields and in the streets, we shall write in the hills; we shall never stop writing and even if, which I do...
They told me I couldn't, so I proved them wrong. They recited their speeches while I sang a song. Told wicked lies to move me to tears, So I opened up and showed them my fears.
We can still fight it So why do we wait It could come tonight It could have started today So why are we sat here Fighting away When we could be out there fighting this plague The...
Oh why can't I be you. Well-bellied, youthful skin and sewn to measure shoe. I wear your cloths of old, never to brush against your suits made from gold.
What you going to do when shit hits the fan, are you going to stand and fight like a man.