At eighteen years of age
Contemplating the possibilities...
It's a catalytic repose
Of innocence and Dixie toes...
As I walk across the desert pack on my back gun in...
I see all the bodies lying on the cold land...
We came from different ways of life and different...
only to come together and put a constitution in...
Relict of a union
Formerly united...
Don't Forget To Remember Me,
When your time has come...
Hey Mr. bush:
is a quart of blood worth a quart of oil...
This is the life we chose
And each one of us knows...
Starvation, disease, and neglect
brings no escape from that night...
George W. Bush,
Jeez what a douche...
The land of olives
Obliterated to a struggle for life...
This world with hate ...
with evil...