Holes (Official Edition)

Holes (End Gun Violence)

Fear is the source of evil, like our bodies, are ready to ascend, like our lives aren’t worth amends, because what it means to be American is to feed on fear, that the end is near, to pack up our resources and pick up the pieces of a broken nation, but our relations don’t have to be so polarizing, glamorizing the scopes of weapons of mass destruction, roadblocks and sectioning walls of obstruction, the America we see is one filled with holes, no matter how many people run to the poles, because we're wrapped in the Red versus Blue, that our media and articles skew further from the truth, that we’re stuck in booths of disaster rhetoric, reverberating ideas of a split reminiscent of Confederate. 

Hear ye, hear ye, to the halls of congress, where we’re worried about TikTok, while the clocks to our lives, tick, 2nd period the alarm screams “there is an active shooter in the building” tock, the school of thought, turning into a congress of haughty ideals while the holes in lockers make the halls reverberate, tick, our time bomb of damnation, creation of death, the depths of the steps to congressional, judicial repeal seem steep, while members question, conspire, claim that the Hooks of vice and the barrels of assault were faked, that the Sandy skinned aliens are to blame, and that immigration, the shame, claim that your future will take us back, but take us back to the 3rd Reich, where we burn knowledge covering the pipe of truth with duct tape, where we make issue of those who are invading this great country, tock, the clock stops as it passes October. 7th and November 9th, broken glasses, and genocidal spark, as innocent souls frolic in the parks, of the parts of a world that are not yet broken, as the holes catch up to ensure that their future is never spoken. 

I see children running, blood gushing, teachers shushing and telling students to lay low in a room of black, stacked together to protect from attack, I see officers reluctant, I see walls covered in our future, I see congresses halls filled, I see the streets of the capital filled, with seas of red while oceans of red are lost in each school hallway, always ready to move on and get over it, the blood was lost but we have nothing to show for it, we have the Nation in our hands, hands on Rifles, Associating our guns with protection, while teachers use fire extinguishers with blooded complexion, sections of bodies and candles while we march for our lives, tick, the clock strikes midnight, it's only okay if we lived right, protecting undeveloped lives, while overlooking the piles of student bodies where violence derives, while congress is worried about planned parenthood, the communities plan of parenthood is crushed as they have to rush to the schools to find that their children's bodies were turned into dust, but saving the unborn is a must, while we blindly follow giving up our trust. 

The lockers have holes in them, the doors of the gym have holes in them, while you rush to bandage your grazed ear, children fear for their lives every time an AR-15 is near, but you could never care, because all you care about is you, no clue about what it means to walk a mile in my shoes, tock, while you hold the biggest rally's, you only have concepts of a plan to help us withstand the terror domestic, it isn't immigrants inciting political violence, filling hallways with blood, and marching the streets saying that "you will not replace us", the hate you placed will leave us gone without a trace, because while you use mace to keep us silent, we'll continue to try to calm down the violence, at the hands of the gun, tick, as the bell schedule runs, we have to run for our lives before he empty's the drum, and after, we'll get together and hum and honor those who didn't have a gun or the time to realize that they were running out of theirs, you let the lobby pull your strings Mr. Nutcracker, while we have to string together back the stitching of our community after the common attack, while you lack to action, staying with your faction of a party of hypocrites, a Democrite, a Rebloodican, while students stand in parking lots staring at the reflection of election of the right to bear arms, even if they harm and causes the people's alarms to sound, tock, the time is soon running out, while you tweet out about nonsense, we cry for the pretense of hate, saying that this country is great, while its people have to be ready to accept their fate, at the barrel of a rifle, freedom being our redeeming trait.

No matter how many times you pray, our voice goes astray, tock, we run in flocks, the march of our lives, tick, while you enact laws of ethnic ban, blame the trans, tock, but our transgressions are when we lift our voice to call out, tick, confession of a country doomed for recession is that our lesson might be cut short by the body of a weapon that leaves an impression on bodies, tock, holes in the chest, tick, brains with permanent distress, tock, impressing the image of hate and flurries of red into the minds of hind always in the back of our mind, tock, we are running out of time, hear my plea, that before you flee and stay stuck in make believe, tick, that the people that make you billions and millions are being killed in droves, by the coves of weapons, so while you worry about China owning our land, we ask that you at least give us a hand, and ensure that the plans for our lives will still stand, tock, and not be cut short and finished by grand schemes of hate, tick, and that on this date you realize that what makes this country so great is that cultures vary from state to state, tock, so what I put on your plate is the bodies of those who died at the expense of your ignorance, tick, and a challenge for you, tock, to take a clue and scope into what's really the issue, tick, of why this country is covered in holes and tell me with a straight face that our lives aren’t worth more than the right to bear arms. tock.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, 12 children dead each day, tock, more than 338,000 scarred, tick, 2032 school shootings since Columbine, tock, while you refer to women as concubines, tick, 493 dead in schools, tock, we cry for help and are called fools, tick, my people dead in the streets at the hands of the tool, tock, guns tucked to conceal the evil, blood drawn in a pool, tick, how many more bullets can the walls withstand, tock, stranding the millions of Americans who live life in fear, tick, men and children dead at the hands of the stick, or blick, tock, 4 students dead in Georgia, tick, 3 dead in Missouri, tock, 21 dead in Uvalde, 4 dead in Oxford, tick. The clock, tick, is running, tock, out, tick. Please consider before we run out of time, tick, tock, tick, tock.

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