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Feb 2015
We've got a red white and blue bloodlust
For the drips
from the slits
in the wrist
Of Ms. Statue of Liberty

Miss America
Covered in capitalist pigs blood
camouflaged as corn syrup
whispering bitter somethings
to the diabetic nation
that broke her sweet-heart

They'll give her something
to fill her wounds
And add insult to
Self-inflicted injuries

in flashes of light
our arrogance
our destiny

Sheโ€™ll overcome us
in her apotheosisย ย 

Sheโ€™ll come
back around harder
next time

When she finally comes for us
Written by
kenny  33/M/Chicagoland
       Azaria, Dark Smile, keaoss, ---, --- and 4 others
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