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The censors are in And the mad houses Have been unlocked For the carnival Friends and former Lovers embrace your Bodies and watch the Clouds billow in the distance For the background is Always more beautiful Then the horrid Foreground Not in this hour But the next there Will be social Justice! There will be a fire To be put out that All the masses of the World can see and Truly understand and Articulate! As of right now, SGT. BECHER is Blasting his horn in my Right ear, causing Blood hemorages of Every type and sort But what of love! What of pure hate! What of a human race Born into INHUMANITY Legions of snarling dogs Licking their chops for The next fix that will COME But not SUFFICE Consumption is a word No one Will's to understand Small has always Equaled weak And the born strong Will never back peddle In evolution It just Isn't Done So to abide the wealthy Warmongers piling Ammunition on top of And inside their Grandmother's brazers! Is to let them win a Game they were meant to Win ANYWAY Roads were meant to be walked on Mountains meant to be conquered But people, What were we Meant to do With Ourselves?
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Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 4:44 PM UTC
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The censors are in And the mad houses Have been unlocked For the carnival Friends and former Lovers embrace your Bodies and watch the Clouds billow in the distance For the background is Always more beautiful Then the horrid Foreground Not in this hour But the next there Will be social Justice! There will be a fire To be put out that All the masses of the World can see and Truly understand and Articulate! As of right now, SGT. BECHER is Blasting his horn in my Right ear, causing Blood hemorages of Every type and sort But what of love! What of pure hate! What of a human race Born into INHUMANITY Legions of snarling dogs Licking their chops for The next fix that will COME But not SUFFICE Consumption is a word No one Will's to understand Small has always Equaled weak And the born strong Will never back peddle In evolution It just Isn't Done So to abide the wealthy Warmongers piling Ammunition on top of And inside their Grandmother's brazers! Is to let them win a Game they were meant to Win ANYWAY Roads were meant to be walked on Mountains meant to be conquered But people, What were we Meant to do With Ourselves?
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Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 4:44 PM UTC
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