Andrew Scott

W 04






the lies, the lies, the lies, the lies

they fall from the sky

like rain drops in disguise

rapping and tapping on the rooftop of democracy

slowly ripping and tearing at the shreads of that flag

bearly anything left for those so called terrorists

and yet they lie, they lie, they lie, they lie

until nothngs left but...

lies,lies,lies,lies

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