This was written by a guy from another site I frequent...and signed anonymous. NO SURRENDER: When the blackbirds go aloft Insidious silence in the air The chosen Trojan choppers Spill storm troopers here and there And in the twinkling of an eye The world we know will change For every man not in their grasp Is a target within range The king is in his court lads So subjects now are we Beneath the mire of martial law And drowned by tyranny Most wait in line for handouts Much thankful for their prize But the wolf comes in sheep's clothing And you cannot believe his lies So a few stand up for freedom And are quickly dragged away To deal swiftly with the rebels Shall be the order of the day But as once before we won our freedom We shall take up arms again And through patriotic bloodshed Stand together as free men
Don't rain on my parade. Don't rain on my parade. It's one car long, and one wheels flat, So Don't rain on my parade.
@kellory, ok, I've always had my suspicions that you were a poorly written computer bot. But with that post, Now I'm sure of it.
Sure quick and deadly are the words of women, they lead, entice, and mystify with the hypnotic effect of a cobra. and their strike is just as deadly. Their words strike deep as thorns tear the flesh, freezing whatever's left, and yet they always seem to smell of honey, nectar, and roses. (thirty years old from memory) Not my best.
