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I


                                         ( And the mystic memories )


Of the                    


                First.  Escape


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Evolution

The holy Flute. Plays



From the breath of the saints

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We tired of the lying

We tired of the liars


We tired of that same old  Ugly Face !




Marching

Soldiers are

Marching down the Street

**** this total *******

Being sold as reality


& you with yer heads up yer *****

And just *******  around with anyone you

Just happen to meet


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So tired of the pretence that we are

Writing poetry !!!!!!!



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Dying

There's just so much dying

And you just looking to get laid !


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