Labels:text | screenshot | font | black and white OCR: Treason of a Different Kind young boy looking so alone, no food in his empty home nothing to do for one of his kind, his soul he must find streets outside show the lands despair, it ain't fair his life should be left aside, he shouldn't have to hide old woman sits at the side of her home, as she pats her womb tears rolling from her eye, she knows she can't help but cry her friends who were once so close, now look for the ending overdose her head jerks back so sharply, her smile says thanks for thier mercy young man pushed into his line of work, people say its the devils work no choice offered to him, he's binded by threats which will never dim so on he works punishing those he doesn't know, what a deadly blow inhumane he piles them high, then another comes and must die foreign helpers stand still and choke, woman gets killed not a joke they're powerless to stop it even when its close, they're like a ghost they're there to protect their own, to make sure they get home but what of the boy, the woman, and the man, who fry in the pan dimming light crying for help, as her children cry and whelp looking away we can't stand the sight, kill that fuckin light so we hear something else, what our giants choose listen for maybe a few days, but hey look a mouse made it through a maze Grateful Dead - iMPERiAL' 94
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