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“The MC”

At a time when humanity was at a crossroads

 

One man made a change

 

The world was transformed with one idea

 

The city that followed had great pride

 

Until the world got in on the prize

 

Now the land lay in ruin

 

Worse than it’s ever been before

 

And the cure is… there is no cure

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ryan-winkler
American
Published
Nov 26, 2011
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