Avalive
01-12-2005, 02:29 AM
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What's the revolution
I want to fight with real fighter
Break the walls to bury you in angry bricks
Twist your tongue by my sonnets
I pen the naked soul in vermilion ink
Crave for the seed of fire
Push the fame in the pool of flame
The torch of hope burns on the stone
The ceaseless battle for a new era
Break your drowsy quill
If nothing can be reinvented by your will
No Buddha's chant will save our duel
The death of poetry shall not be suicide
My raging loin fights with your rotten guts
Poetry is the 25th rib of the last Sage
Never cease to be alive in God's woo
What's the revolution
I want to fight with real fighter
Break the walls to bury you in angry bricks
Twist your tongue by my sonnets
I pen the naked soul in vermilion ink
Crave for the seed of fire
Push the fame in the pool of flame
The torch of hope burns on the stone
The ceaseless battle for a new era
Break your drowsy quill
If nothing can be reinvented by your will
No Buddha's chant will save our duel
The death of poetry shall not be suicide
My raging loin fights with your rotten guts
Poetry is the 25th rib of the last Sage
Never cease to be alive in God's woo