Mountains, hills, giants, and endless journeys
The meaningless timber peddling on the sore of my...
Sure the stories may be true
but all soldiers arent the same...
Emulate life, breathless effects
to the brink of daylight to the heartless directs...
M. I. A.
By Mark Spencer...
I am a soldier
Though I do not kill...
Great Plebeians, heroes
martyrs, and revolutionists...
As I explore, and run with my mind
To the era of our forefathers, our blood...
Alone we walk the streets at night
Wondering when they'll stop the fight...
Shun the non-believers
'Cause they don't believe in peace...
They tap the phones
Come raiding in the house at dawn...
The water stained red with the blood of a thousand...
Finish up that book Mr. President, as the planes...
Its evident that...