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Oct 2015
They try to breakya
with the new
agenda then they'll
mendya when you're broken,
promote you as a token of
new enterprise and we know
deep down it's all a load of ******'
lies,
but we voted
didn't we?
for this parliamentary witches crew
who
empty whatya got into the ***
take the ******' lot and tell you
you're not worth a light,
right?

It's time we spoke out
time we broke out,
time we stormed the citadel and
sent the cauldron and the coven screaming into hell.

The division bell will sound unless we smash it first and send it underground,
we should tear the mother down and start from scratch.

if you're broken there's a patch for it, a plaster that will cover all the broken **** they put you through, but
the parliamentary witches crew hold all the patents, latent ******* that's all they are.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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