From a misheard song lyric:
He softly spreads the niceties
The quiet lies that try to be
Inarticulate and meaning free
Lest someone somehow truth might see
But spurting blood and flames
The burning of innocent names
The bastards called heroes who came
To blot out all mem'ry of blame
The sun never sets on evil
So name it whatever you will
While with sultry voice she instills
A longing for something harmless to fill
The euphemist may call it love
The harlot may say it is just
But innocence ne'er once killed a dove
Though murderers justify their bloodlust
I don't suppose you'd consider adding a "like" button to your blog? Then I could just register a positive emotional response to things instead of needing to come up with a coherent comment.
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