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I am the power,
I work the machine.
Brainwash my people
Like the **** Regime.

Subliminal and discreet,
I wear an ignorance-spun cape.
But what do they call my teachings?
Patriotism. How great.

Whether black or white,
Grand or small,
They are my zombies.
I rule them all.

Not green, not decayed,
They're red, white and blue.
The idiocy spreads like an infection.
From them to you.

Some are corrupt,
They see through my cape.
I exterminate them,
And continue on my hell-bent way.

America may lose itself one day,
It may not remain strong and true.
But until then, stay begging for the brains,
Of the Red, White, and Blue.
 Jul 2010
Dean Bonsignore
They shuffle their feet
They trip and they moan
They have soulless eyes
They bite and they groan.

Their all wearing suits
Their hair's falling out
Their teeth are decayed
Their guts strewn about.

Well thats what I saw
When I went to the bank
But I guess that I have
Mondays to thank.

— The End —