Who are the heroes?
Boiling Hate overheats their brains pumping blood distends thier veins fists are clenched in vicious pose all in the name of dead heroes All in the name of retribution all in revenge for an execution they pull the petals from England's rose all in the name of dead heroes Streets will run with rivers of blood faces hidden by masks and hood liberty writhes in near death throes all in the name of dead heroes Fear is feeding fundementalist lies terrorist bombers and Government spies who can we trust? Nobody knows all in the name of dead heroes Who are the heroes? Who are the Bad? Who are the righteous? Who are the mad? In Afghanistan's fields the opium grows all in the name of dead heroes.
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Absinthe Friend
Greetings from the grim north of England !
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