To Die For

 A dream once made of a world reborn 


undo the ties that bind 


as grass is slayed and mowed away 


we must slay the machine 


the beasts sits high on mountain tops 


Untouchable in monstrous glory 


Who lives? 

Who dies? 

Who fights for us?


genocide becomes just another headline..

among so many others 

piece by piece, hammer by hammer, 

the  machine will one day die


Fires bright we light our birth through its destruction


Disappeared

deported 

genocided 

unwelcomed 

The machine doesn’t speak for us


Evil will fall 

be thrown down and dismantled 

part be part 

piece by piece

The empire will burn 





 

 


   




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