Poetry
• Written by Bricson
Land of gullibility, Liberty enforced with hostility.
Unnecessary security, like we lack maturity?
These Deputy's believe in death to peace.
And they're the referee's!
But aren't there to referee.
So prepare to see debris.
And empty shells in every street.
The permanent retreat.
It's Us against the beach.
And It's Blood up to the knees.
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Bricson
Member since July 10 2015