Flies

Dare not bow make haste with violence
So break the silence
Open minds and open eyes
Will realize both sides are of the same kind
You're all eating lies
The foul words of flies
Being herded like the cattle you slaughter
Enough's enough
No more knees at the altar
What if we paint it in blood
To send the message we're all duped
Eyes encased in mud
No more is there a sense of fact
Recognize disarray
In the dissonance
Watch their hands wave as the others wreck
Disciples march forth
Doused gowns of hate
Promoting dead salutes
Symbol pain and ache
Fate
Pain
Hate



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Flores
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