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In which the story of Afghan pedophile militia leaders makes me write this lyric about the whole area and uh, why stay there anyway?

Darwin in the Holy Lands

The holier the land
The holey-er the ground
The hatchlings are the food
The brood is leaving town

The craters and the tears
Currency of years
Empire ever near
The only cry to hear

Inspiration (actually desolation) here.

By juliorey

Punk, metal and acoustic. Writing since 1974, Christian since 1977, Christian music since 1979, releasing since 1982. The Lead. Frank's Enemy. Ad creative, social media superhero, Cuban-born, Xtian, Liberty, homeschool, dad of 4, hubby of 1. Jets, Da U, Heat.

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