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Kony = military action...I read something today,It was about Invisible Children,Kony 2012,And military intervention.It said we would put the children in danger,They would be used as hostages.What about now,They are suffering.Peace talks have failed,And this guy is afraid of us.No our weapons,It's human nature you see.If we threaten him he goes into hiding,Changes tactics,Takes hostages,He's an asshole it's what they do.Military action will bring death,Death is an escape from suffering, and pain.It ends it.ButPeace talks prolong their suffering,And Kony gets away,With everything he's done.He'll die, never to have paid for his crimes.If we ignore it,It happens all over again.Terror, fear, destruction, slavery,All of it.Yes Military action does result in death,But we had no problem putting up with the fact,That when we killed Bin Ladin,There was a chance we had to kill kids too.
I am a Pitt-bullI am a pit-bull.I am a pit-bull.I live on a farm with my masters.I live in the city with my master.I have a collar around my neck.I have a brick around my neck.My masters pet me every day.My master beats me every day.I defend my family.I am forced to fight.I chase wild dogs away from the chickens.I've killed my own brother.Sometimes thorns get in my paws, but it's ok.I am injected before every fight.I have a scar from the horse right here.I have bite marks all over my body.I see the world clearly, it's beautiful.I'm blind in one eye, the world is ugly.Everyone loves me.Everyone hates me.I've done nothing wrong.I've done everything wrong.I will live a full happy life.I will be killed in the next fight.But some people still hate me.I deserve the hate.I had the chance to be good and got it,I had the chance to be good and lost it,Thanks to my masters.Thanks to my master.
I'm going to be me, not you.You say you hate my music,That you like the old rock,Not the new.You say my art sucks,Because sometimes it has blood,Dragons and darkness.You say draw more flowers,Quit obsessing over horridness,And embrace happiness.You say I should cut my hair short,Wear a bright dress,Wear different shoes.You say I should wear more make-up,Not just the simple eye-liner,I do now.You say you've always been there for me,You've never yelled at me.But you are doing it now.You say I like to be yelled at,Because I look like an emo.I don't really care.I am going to be me. You're going t
Being is a different sin.Being different is a sin,Loving someone of the same gender is a sin.It must be true,I'll make you rue,The day you went against God.Oh please you're kidding me.You think it's a sinTo love. You say you are Christian?I grew up with you.They taught us to love everyone.Yet you say it is a sin.You make me sick.You harass them for being different,Just as you have harassed me.All those years for what?I just wanted to be special,I wanted to be noticed.Love your neighbor eh?Quit saying that you hypocrite.You can't even tolerate us.God said to love your neighbor,Not just the normal ones.Jesus helped the outcasts,You shun them.You ask what would Jesus do?He would protect them from you.Just as I and hundreds of others have always done.You monsters you have no rightTo say that they we are wrong.Keep it up you'll soon be on Satan's prong.Accept others
For who they are.For how they act.For how they love.In every possible.
A mouse and a monsterGigantic sharp claws enclose me,Black blood drains onto my fur.White smoke rises from the eyeless beast,Horns tower from the menacing beast.Scars, from self-harm lie upon it,Blood constantly pouring.It hisses, it's tounge, chomping at me.Yes I the mouse, must face this monster alone.With advice from my elders,I face him in battle.Me a tiny mouse against a monster,A 100 foot beast.But you know what I can crawl inside of him,And rip his heart out.Just like he did to me.I will destroy this demon, from the inside out.I will PROTECT the ones I love.Me the mouse. Only I have the courage to fight, &