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chaos. death. destruction. the winds are rich grains of economical gain blown on the wind grains, pieces of remainders of ruined lives; ripe for reaping reporters can smile their toothy grins (pretending they don't love it- or the boost in their ratings) politicians will preach and smile their equally fake smiles- heads dancing with sugarplum visions power hungry to bask in the warmth of the schism - politicians and reporters smile looters loot as figure heads kisses victims heads in style oh what a lovely mess it is so completely human for a natural disaster
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
Aftermath of the Storm
chaos. death. destruction. the winds are rich grains of economical gain blown on the wind grains, pieces of remainders of ruined lives; ripe for reaping reporters can smile their toothy grins (pretending they don't love it- or the boost in their ratings) politicians will preach and smile their equally fake smiles- heads dancing with sugarplum visions power hungry to bask in the warmth of the schism - politicians and reporters smile looters loot as figure heads kisses victims heads in style oh what a lovely mess it is so completely human for a natural disaster
Sep 7, 2005
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
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