Awakened on a Sunday morning, the sun breaks the horizon and with little food and Russian AK-47 rifles, the kids zoned without feeling which had long since left their minds; their eyes were swollen with deaths’ desire. The village was beyond the hillside, as the group of boys planned attack was to abduct all breath of life. Incorrigible and palpable yet powerless as just over the other side of the hill, would be a surprise: a destiny to die.
Marked, interred, they will come to kill again in the night, while asleep in the woods was Jesus who spoke to me, “Blessed are the meek”. They align while vilified before the firing squads. An execution by age fourteen from a similar progeny, but I can see in their eyes that these kids can kill.
Technological advancements in weaponry and the proliferation of small arms are contributions to the use of all God’s children. They’re all for sale, like a free market venture and a destiny to die.
Marked, interred, they will come to kill again in the night, while asleep in the woods was Jesus who spoke to me, “Blessed are the meek”. They align while vilified before the firing squads. An execution by age fourteen from a similar progeny, but I can see in their eyes that these kids can kill.
The glimmering knife plunged into the spine that stunned and paralyzed, and revealed the petition where we beg for their rights. We plead, uncompromised. We stand for human rights to rebuild them. Let’s rebuild them.
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024
The songs on the latest from Worriers hurtle forward breathlessly, with hook after hook topped by scorching vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 16, 2023