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Angels and Guns

Poetry By: Foliostar
Song lyrics

a hit song i thought up needs a little revising if anyone can give me suggestions greatly appreciated it has to do with the civil war.

Submitted:Mar 15, 2010    Reads: 63    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

There's frenzy inside. As well there's an invasion outside the galaxy. The lone way out is the only way in. In our tragedy. Passing away what we start. Marching on, echoing on, and echoing


Chorus: Bombs, angels and guns, lift up your weight. Lay down your life. Rise up your arms. In these driven ranks
Bombs, angels and guns. Scream out your cries. Lay on your cross. From where we are.

The shutter of a thousand battlers. Knowing that the enemies closing in. Holding to their muskets. Waiting for the wings of angels.
With the blast of cannons. Against their own brothers oh oh oh.

Chorus Bombs, Angels and Guns. Wings soar in the sun. Blasts sounding the grass.
With Bombs angels and guns.

Brought on this war. Thought up their flight.
They denied killing their own kind. Only to find something to help. Help from the sky. And we heard, the sound of their cries

With Guns, Angels and bombs. Seat on their throne. Others fight on the ground.

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On the dirt fought a war. Blood where they stood. See the tracks of their horse. Fight for color blinded by sight of

Bombs, Angels and guns. Sit in their thrones. Others fight on the ground.
Sounds, Angels' wing. Please bring us back. To where we began
Soldiers' scar, soldiers caught hold of fighting for truth. Hardened and bold.
Angels release and flew with peaceful.

Halos angels and wings. Lay down the earth. Look down from above, seeing.


Bombs soldiers and guns. This was the war under the stars.
This was the legend of one owns heart. In the heat of battle and the strong arms of another. Bringing them closer to heaven. Fighting for slaves freedoms.
Chorus: Halos, angels and wings. Lay down the earth. Look down from above,

Watching our fathers of old fight. Down from the sky. Up from the sun.


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