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The country is ****** No need to stand on ceremony, eloquency can take a backseat, because the country is F. U. C. K-ed. The innocence of  your youth yells, as it is mashed between the ****** gritty, fingers of reality. The faces that entertained the nation, now assess success by how many kids they've touched, rather than how many lives. Parasitic politicians nesting on their mother, 'de-mock-racy', mocking the masses with two digits raised, pass it of as a V. For victory. But wash away the Crocodile smiles, and it stands for something a little less inspiring. Violence? Victimizing? Misers of moneyless citizens, sitting in, a generation of tiny Tims, because the oligarchy hordes, the power and our sense. The problem is we allow it. Yeah the country is ****** But so are we... "Yeah but what can we do?" Well... Now you're asking the right questions...
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
A United Kingdom
The country is ****** No need to stand on ceremony, eloquency can take a backseat, because the country is F. U. C. K-ed. The innocence of  your youth yells, as it is mashed between the ****** gritty, fingers of reality. The faces that entertained the nation, now assess success by how many kids they've touched, rather than how many lives. Parasitic politicians nesting on their mother, 'de-mock-racy', mocking the masses with two digits raised, pass it of as a V. For victory. But wash away the Crocodile smiles, and it stands for something a little less inspiring. Violence? Victimizing? Misers of moneyless citizens, sitting in, a generation of tiny Tims, because the oligarchy hordes, the power and our sense. The problem is we allow it. Yeah the country is ****** But so are we... "Yeah but what can we do?" Well... Now you're asking the right questions...
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
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