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Forward one, back two, forward one, back two A turtle's toil, progress is a distant memory The collapse of civilizations, we struggle to struggle Fortitude bends like willow branches; encampment of silenced voices Encumbered by greed-swine sitting in high places savagely devouring tax-booty Their everyday grinding flesh and bone into greed-blenders We look at each other, shrug our shoulders, do giddy little side glances, lower them And just say, " another day, just another day."
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
Silent Rebellion
Forward one, back two, forward one, back two A turtle's toil, progress is a distant memory The collapse of civilizations, we struggle to struggle Fortitude bends like willow branches; encampment of silenced voices Encumbered by greed-swine sitting in high places savagely devouring tax-booty Their everyday grinding flesh and bone into greed-blenders We look at each other, shrug our shoulders, do giddy little side glances, lower them And just say, " another day, just another day."
rw-dennen
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
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