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You look at me
My liberty
You smile, laugh, point
What was once a democracy
Is now an atrocity
Totalitarian in nature
But your fascist roots
They run deep
I see them
Beep, Beep, Beep
Waking from another Sleep
Pitter-Patter, Teeth-Chatter as I scramble out of the bed
By a secret whisperer I am led
I am not disillusioned by no means
As I rise from my future dreams
The 1963 Birmingham Church bomb
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Information found on cnn.com
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The blast went off on Sixteenth Street
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Growth is better
When spaced just right
When things aren't
Packed too tight
When it is nice and
Airy during the night
Growth is better when
Spaced just right
Metal, hard, tin
Raise our bottles to the purple nightWe'll bend these floorboards weighed down with our voices.Shout the doors wide openfling the windows up erupt into the
Boom.
The last thing we had heard
The last we lived
The first We died.
Our deaths were a warning.
A sign of revenge
We bombed their ships
They bombed our town
We saw it coming
When the morning arises and the city blooms a flower
Rooted deep in the heart of man
It spreads grotesquely in the light of the brightest sun
Urging forward the time for murder and creation
10 minutes to react
Time to face some facts
Watching everyone I love in pain
Seeing happiness fade
Everyone he comes in contact with turns and runs away
He thinks he can manipulate people to have his way
