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Star's fall

from Hulagu by mr sterile Assembly

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A tirade about propaganda and belief.

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Stars fall across the wall,
In trite ideological tunes.
As memories consign to fiction
great words to little rooms.
Boys throw rocks at the army,
hailing from old political wounds.
Messages of confusion mass,
to each, offer some hope soon.

Faces straight and blank,
more considered than the dead.
If there’s no lines to read,
in between nothing can be red
sky’s at night, cynics delight,
early awake and scared to bed.
If what you know
is what you’re shown,
is what they say
you’ve have said.

Masks of grief and disbelief,
my heart, the world knows shame.
O armor me, with complacency
and look for signs to blame.
On toilet walls and sluts in curls,
in darkened, foreign names.
On the righteous pews of hallow avenues
where morals fall down lame.

To a red cross in bandage bleeding,
who restricts the blood?
If lives are lived in denial,
who then holds the love?
Prophecies remain in waiting,
and no hope still from above.
Compensation trickles down,
a king hit in a welcome glove.

Defeat is defined in promises,
“Listen, just a little more.”
Like love withheld as collateral,
“Please, give a little more”
Children raised to servitude,
to supplement the oldest flaw.
That debt’s exist before the credit,
It’s why the soul is poor.

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from Hulagu, released October 10, 2004

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