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The Battle Fields Of War By Jacqueline Amos The battlefields of war, Freedom... The battlefields of hate, Freedom... The battlefields of Love, Freedom... The battlefields of God, Freedom... The Fire in God's Eyes, Freedom... Listen to the beats of the earth, Freedom... Devils un-veiling the essence of pain, Freedom... Listen to the angers of the sea's Freedom.......... Rise me, from the blood, beneath my feet. Freedom... Freedom....., Freedom....., Listen to the 4th of the beat, Freedom, I sing, the words of freedom, Freedom, I sing, the words of deliverance, Freedom, I sing, the words of unity, Freedom, I sing, the scars of my people, Freedom, Let.... my people free, Freedom..... Black, White, Yellow, Green Freedom let my people be. Death of a dream, abandon, by the devils revenge, Killing, the humble, an meek, The scars of the earth, Freedom, never again, shall it be, Freedom, release the chains, Of the devil, who sits in waiting, Freedom, by man's on hand, The devil, comes in all colors of man, Freedom I rise above the sky's. See the fire in God's eyes, It will be no more, The birds, come in hurdles, waiting for its prey, listen the pain, is in the air, to destroy the paradise, which once, came love, the demon's waiting for the kill. Freedom, never again my eyes shall see hate, Never again, shall I be haunted by rape, Never again shall I feel, the whip of hate, the disease that kills all men. Freedom, I declare upon this earth. I rise in the name, of the men, who walked in God's eye. Freedom the spirit the divine heart, will never die, those who have come, in the name, of God's house, The battle cries will be no more, heaven knocking at the door. The dead has not died, but living in the paradise of God, So Satan you have been defeated. Life dose not begin at birth, but after death, sleep the cousin to death, I rise in the morning, visiting the universe, called earth. My back has carried the scars of civilization, the blood is in the palms of me hand, my children are dying, I cry rebirth, Rise me to the heavens, Rise me to the Universe. I am tired and my back will no longer take this curse. Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Break the chains from my risk, Break the chains from my womb, Break the chains from my mind. The Universal disgrace. My babies are imprisoned, No mothers, No Fathers, No Leaders, No Justice, No dignity to the human race. Blind justice to an inheratance that refuse to lead. Jacqueline amos copywriter2002 Freedom, the battle cry's of the earth, the fires, that killed great men an women, the walls will come tumbling down, God is angered, see the fire in his eyes, Freedom, no more battle cry's. alt="Add Me!" border="0" > | ||
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