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Oh Belarus
Oh Belarus, why are you so cruel?
Because everything seemed to spin as they dragged my darling out of bed, they pulled him down the halls and down the stairs and shot him in the head.
Maybe it's the polution in the air that drives me to the edge, it's a corruption of the lungs from the air full of disease that makes it hard to breathe.
The streets have grown dirty and dim from the streetlights that failed to light my way home before the abuse happens like everyday before.
Oh Belarus, what have I done? Have the many gifts of guns not satisfied you at all?
Or the beating of the heart pounding against the ribs that seem to creak with every bounce. It's breaking point comes to an end.
Oh Belarus, why did I think you would ever care?
Because everything seemed to spin as they dragged my darling out of bed, they pulled him down the halls and down the stairs and shot him in the head.
Maybe it's the polution in the air that drives me to the edge, it's a corruption of the lungs from the air full of disease that makes it hard to breathe.
The streets have grown dirty and dim from the streetlights that failed to light my way home before the abuse happens like everyday before.
Oh Belarus, what have I done? Have the many gifts of guns not satisfied you at all?
Or the beating of the heart pounding against the ribs that seem to creak with every bounce. It's breaking point comes to an end.
Oh Belarus, why did I think you would ever care?
Published 20th Mar 2013
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