Hounds
Demons hiding in the glow
of their fluorescent light.
Bastards drunk with power,
bearing their gifts of despair.
Our inheritance they deny.
They poison our minds;
they torment our lives.
We die,
for the sake of their wickedness.
This soil is ours;
the clean air we will breathe,
for free.
No more paper promises.
Let’s release the dogs of war.
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