Raging crowds of gunpoint stares in Palestine,
where twelve year old hands throw capital offenses.
Blistering is the abrasion of land.
Sickening I this faceless division.
And we'll never know of they shit they call 'transfer'.
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Raging crowds of gunpoint stares in Palestine,
where twelve year old hands throw capital offenses.
Blistering is the abrasion of land.
Sickening I this faceless division.
And we'll never know of they shit they call 'transfer'.