fauxcroft
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The mind is capable of so much more Than any computer driven programs For the mind feels, suffers, loves, It knows fun, sadness, belief This cannot be written into codes, So use and celebrate your talent For being a weird, flawed human being
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Love is like a paradigm shift In our conscious awareness, And if it’s deep it rocks your world And leaves you desperately addicted, Like a junkie craving more drugs And going cold turkey is not an option.
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There’s no redemption For those who live lives, In darkness and shadows Feeding off of corruption, And death and wars without a cause To gain territory power and shit, And I recite this loudly From my place down in the pit, Struggling to get by and to survive Yet still resonating love and light, Which…
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A bang on the door Jackboots stomp in, The shout don’t move They say I said something wrong, I asked what it was And it turned out it was a lie, I only spoke out, about human rights, But apparently that’s terrorism in the UK What happened to our rights? When did they finally fade…
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Hypocrisy rules our lives We are often accused of wasting our time, Then when we rise up, they always cry And call us anarchists, subverting life, Well you’re not wrong, it’s what we are But we’re trying to subvert it for the best, To bring about a more equal society Where everyone shares in the…
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There are those that want truth to be controlled and rationed, I say let it fall in torrential downpours upon all..
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Seriously, you judge and label, You think it will diminish us Call us names and point your finger, Subversive, anarchist, activist, I am maybe all of these and more I am anti corruption, greed and war, And that frightens you doesn’t it Because you can’t control us, We don’t believe you lies And about how…
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Uncontrollably out there With my punk attitude And with no fear and not scared, Uncontrollably thinking In different ways to live Rather than just existing, Nothing worse than following Much better to go your own way, There’s so much more in being you Keep guessing, so they don’t know And then when they do, You…
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She was a small girl crying In a field of poppies Bleeding red across the ground, Then her vision changed And she was mistaken, She was standing on sand Among her family, Laying dead covered in blood That trickled in pools around her feet, No wonder the small girl was crying.
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They’ll prosecute people for chanting songs But we will stand by and watch kids and babies being killed by bombs, They’ll prosecute you and label you a terrorist for what you say While all the time allowing a genocide to continue every day, They’ll condemn words and songs but not actions All Arabs are semites…