Behind the thorns

Behind the thorns

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The heat burns the soul of the grazy
Hope has sunk with it
With the sun
Only sweat debris Keep heating
Hope behind the thorns

Masked man
Stabbing bullet after bullet Into the sky
All silence, silence The explosion continued to bark
Ready to drive out
The devil who whispered the truth
This is lousy land
This is a fairy tale
There is no hope here

Throw thousands of feet
Has stopped Has died by the sharpness
The rusty iron bang
In masked human hands
The scream of truth I no longer hear
He was subdued by the redness of the ground This afternoon

The voice of truth will not disappear
Even though the soul has died