All lies(Jon cozart fanfic)

Pocahontas

Pocahontas

After John Smith traveled back to England

I helped my people cultivate the fields

More English, French, and Spaniards came to visit

And they greeted us with guns and germs and steel

They forced us into unknown lands of exile

They pillaged, raped, and left us all for dead

So now I'm far more liberal with a weapon

When I separate their bodies from their heads

Have you ever held the entrails of an English guy?

Or bit the beating hearts of Spanish men?

Can you shoot an arrow in some French guy's eyeball?

Can you paint with the red colors in these men

I can murder if I please

Cause I'm dying of disease

I can paint with the red colors in these