We paint the dawn shades of red
our hearts cry, but hands hold dread.
The light is stuck in enemies' insanity,
so rip them apart, make way for anarchy.
Hand in hand we will take a stand
and fight against our nature.
Round and round the bullet goes,
the dead are none of those we know.
Together we went on a killing spree,
the Hatchet falls where we won't see.
But that's alright, cause you will be
the next king of poets, a legend, a royalty.
Drive on, drive through
drive until our minds turn blue.
For the hate to thrive
leave no one alive.
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Värvitud sinised linnud
PoetryVärvitud sinised linnud on kurvad. Nad ei nuta, vaid raputavad tiibasid ja pritsivad värvi. Kogumik luuletustest nii inglise kui ka eesti keeles. / The colored blue birds are sad. They will not cry, but shake their feathers and spray paint. This is...
