They've taken the bloody canvas and decided
To paint a pretty picture over the graves
Page after page each one has been blotted
From our revolution to past times of the slaves
Masterfully they weave their web of lies
Each stroke filled with hope the truth will die
Silencing rebellion and all our voices
Unknowingly throwing wood into a growing blaze
I don't know about you or what you're gonna do
As for me, I refuse to be simply lied to
Feel your blood pumping, don't let it go on!
Soon the truth will be all but gone
And if that's not worth fighting for than what is?
Grab your greatest weapon and set ink to paper
Let the truth get a chance to rear its ugly head
Watch the weed blossom, as emotions stir
Remember that on this path many have bled
Bring light into the darkness
Bring your flames to the rain
Bring hope inside this bleakness
Spread joy despite this pain
"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool."-Shakespeare
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