For two towers in the sky fading away in
America
Death did patrol in the street of
America
Fear of the time reversing back in the
beaker
The labs with theory floating in dreams
of silica
Here is a man who breathe smoke and
coughs dust
Dissipating the understanding...purring
disgust
Playing reverse keys to ethnic
sentimental lust
Throwing birds in the sky as dangling coffins
till it bursts!
Trading love for hate, burying lions
like doves
Consuming and closing doors to
generational loins
Pinching bombs for picking pimples for
the coins
Painting the sky red, the world black
never making a point
This is the story of the world most
hunted
For a decade the street had no
inhabitants, T'was haunted
The lions has prowled and must be killed
if we are wanted
Terror must be killed if the world must
remain as an estate.
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