The following is a test of the Emergency Journal Layout System. It is only a test
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Tha sun ablaze as Marias foot
Touches the surface of sand
On Northern Land
As human contraband
Some Rico from Jalisco
Passed her name to tha boss
She stuffed ten to a truckbed
She clutches her cross
Here come the exhaust
And it rips through her lungs
Shes off fast to the pasture
Like cattle shell cross
Degree 106
Sweat and vomit are thrown
And she prays and suffocates
Upon the memories of home
Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on the loans
Of smoldering fields, rape, rubble and bones
Of graves hidden trapped up in visions of war
Of nothing, no one, nobody, no more

These are her mountains and skies and she radiates
And through history's rivers of blood she regenerates
And like the sun disappears only to reappear
Shes eternally here
Her time is near
Never conquered but here

To tear away at the mask

And now she got a quota
The needle and thread crucifixion
Sold and shipped across the new line
of Mason Dixon
Ripping through denim
The point an inch from her vein
The foreman approach
His steps now pound in her brain
His presence it terrifies
And eclipses her days
No minutes to rest
No moments to pray
And with a whisper
He whips her
Soul changed to his will
My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill
Her arm jerks
The sisters gather round her and scream
As If in a dream
Eyes on the crimson stream
Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to the floor
I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more

These are her mountains and skies and she radiates
And through history's rivers of blood she regenerates
And like the sun disappears only to reappear
Maria
Shes eternally here
Her time is near
Never conquered but here

Uh
To tear away at the mask
Away at the mask
To tear away at the mask
Huh

Maria (whispered)

No minute to rest
No moment to pray
No minutes to rest
No moments to pray
No minutes to rest
It eclipses her days
Just a moment to pray

To tear away at the mask, huh
Away at the mask
To tear away at the mask, huh
To tear away at the mask

This concludes the test of the Emergency Journal Layout System. Had this been an actual Journal, it most likely wouldn't have the lyrics to "Maria" by Rage Against the Machine in it. Then again, it might, if it was used in a contextual manner. But it wasn't, so it isn't.







_{(plus I just wanted to make certain the background image was wide enough, and the "preview" box is never the correct width against which to check)}