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Feb 2016
The love of money
Trumps the love of peace
Why love your neighbour
When you can ****,pillage and fleece
Force them into poverty
Make a country decease
So I'm waiting for the day
That it'll finally cease
In a house of cards
That can no longer increase
We can own our lives
Rather than rent on a lease
It's safe to say,"keep your hand on a piece",
When the tyrants catch ahold they won't want to release.
Creepstar
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Creepstar  Pig Town
(Pig Town)   
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