100 Proof

bottles fired break

bones more than

bullets or bombs

ever do

 

then replace

bottles with bibles

and believe

we want whats best

for you

 

test for you

pass or fail

pail full of ashes

and nails

 

no proof of you

or your cross

ashes gone with the wind

nails buried somewhere

beneath the heart land

 

gunpowder soaked

in spirits

hellbent on burning

drink up

now you’re learning

 

while we’re still turning

graveyards

into boulevards

with cards stacked

by the pope

 

here’s another

bottle,

this should help you

cope

 

though,

it would be quicker

with a rope

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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