Monday, January 9, 2012

Rowlatt

I put ink to paper
You put a gun to my head
I put ink to paper
The paper's splattered with red
See,just like my friend at the radio
I heard you sliced his tongue out
And did you think that'd silence him?
Then listen,
Can you hear revolution shout?


Because it kept raining incessantly.Cold hard drops.Of melancholy.And I had to distract myself.And the History textbook wasn't really doing the trick. x_X

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