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Turncoat

by Foundation

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1.
I have lived as a traitor- all of my days Allowed the enemy to enter our fray As they climbed ranks, called shots, and spit on the faith I carried like a sword, dulled by my ways. Who can I trust, where can I go Now that the war has followed me home? For the crime of treason, I am not alone. I’ve lost myself to years of battle Against charlatans that will continue To confuse an open mouth with something said and believe that violence is being brave. I’ve held witness- far too long To dead heroes resurrected with gold to stab themselves- In the heart and choke on their words as we applaud. Who can I trust, where can I go Now that the war has destroyed my home For my crimes, I’ve confessed. I now stand alone So I will lash out Until I have no fight left And when the turncoats come for me… I will gladly fall on my blade before I lay it at their feet ‘cause I will live at least once with my head in the jaws of a lion to know the aching joy and sorrow of living with my heart unburdened by compromise.
2.
They say two wrongs never make a right But they’ve never known love like this broken, crooked, born from neglect- we hang on each other to weather this storm. Thickest of thieves with busted hearts Run through with regrets. Who can damn us, when we damned their world first? NO, we never said we were good or said that we were righteous just that we’re as lost As any soul on this rock NO, I never said I was good, or said that I was righteous, or that loyalty has no faults, [it’s the mad against the mad] Yet they still condemn. So if we’re meant for the gallows, then this world is meant for the chair. Tighten the knots, drop the switch there’s a warm place in hell for me and my friends.
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The Seeds they have sewn We are- expected to reap… Conditioned to drag our fingers through the soil, hands caked black with dirt of a ground long made sour by a disease of the generations that came before us. Whose fear and hatred becomes a sickness That the youth will harvest As the old guards stand As monuments to those who refused to fight. A crushed dreams eulogy for those around me who bury their chins into their chests as they march into the heart of darkness… One by One. (As Another) Failure breeds Failure. I wont go- I reject, I deny, I refuse, I will bring forth Sharpened steel to the rotting bark, Bring forth the madness from the flames of A thousand torches To uproot the orchards and set the fields on fire. Failure breeds failure… no more.
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Devotion III 03:05
From the moment we’re born our sun is made to set, so just how much time will you waste? Every Rope Has Its End. We live like we’re invincible, but there’s a truth we just can’t ignore how much of this life will be thrown away? Every Rope Has Its End. “So It goes” leaves turn from green to gold And fall back to earth, dust turned to stone and back to dust. Every last sea will merely be salt, bone white grains tumble through the (hour) glass. The end lives in us all waiting for it’s time To breath out so why Would we shorten the thread, when there are so many mountains to conquer, so many bridges to burn, so many busted hearts to mend, and so many enemies left to crush. There’s a pine box with my name. There is a plot for you and me. There will be no more hurt, no more sadness, no more uncertainty. There will be no more hope, no more love, no more devotion, no more us, no more length to grasp cause… Every rope has its end!
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I’d gun down- their undying faith one bullet at a time just to make the world safe ‘cause there’s no perfect tomorrow- I would’nt trade for a second chance to undue all the mistakes today. -How many rounds will it take? I’ll gun down- your unshakable faith With my last bullet if it will make the world safe From those who wash their hands- of blood in his name waiting to be committed to the dirt buried six feet closer- to the center of This sick suffering world that they left to burn -As we inherit ash, how can you ask me to believe… when the salvation that they sell, it costs too much as we slip deeper into lifes debt, the lie grows out of hand. So i’ll pay my own way… Cause the goddamn truth is: It doesn’t matter what we do, What we do is all that maters. ‘cause there’s no perfect tomorrow- that I would not trade for just one more chance- to right the wrongs of today …What we do is all that matters.

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released October 19, 2015

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Poetry over Thug-Rock from Atlanta, GA. Straight Edge then, Straight Edge now.
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