the pawn
Album: Rites of Passage
Written by R. Pierce
Copyright 2001 Boru's
Ghost
Can't we see what's going on? Or are we really that far gone? Twisted riddles and
molded lies making illusions of our lives.
In the years so long ago, men would farm and women would sew. Growing virtue from the
land, the only reason was your clan. *
* How much blood must we pay? I can't take another day...as the pawn.
Now smiling faces on tv are illusions that we see. Building castles to the sky, to the
powers we must tithe.**
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