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RED SOUND Head-Line Verse


DALLAS SHOOTING, SUSPECT UPSET AT WHITE PEOPLE...
Red's the sound of murder
Blue's the sound of mourning
Yellow, pinstriped cowardice
Tapping toes, a distraction
Rage, the news attraction
Pure gold, rating's satisfaction
The sound of murder is red
Blue's next
~
"Hate is caused by Fear
Fear is caused by Hate
They feed off one another
End both, end all Wars.
Cease both, Heaven arises."
Hate, are you Fear's second cousin?
(First cousin.)
Are you two close?
(BFF's!)
~
ISIS CLAIMS 40 LIVES AT SHIITE SHRINE...
How many more are to be lifted before We rise up?
(We need rise up just to get a headcount of those murdered.)
It would be far too painful, sorrow comes from the actions of the murderer, the victims draw upon our grief...
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