What Cost
You ask of me To set them free When submission Is their seed Butmust I die Amid the lie They want us there Not greed Bruisemy soul For lucre's goal And corporate Bottom line Say our flag Will never sag For profit It will shine It's such a fight To sleep at night Whatcost Theordered deeds Midnight screams Horror scenes Spills blood Of other creeds By force of will I am, here still Praying, To my God On one blue moon Standing soon And share Asaddened nod mr_alleycat
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