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Oct 2016
You’re existence is a mere caricature to the ones who call you sick

The ones that call you diseased, that call you poisoned

The one that ruining this wholesome way of American life

With food made of slaughtered clones, and a society more obsessed with a new phone then a peoples safety

Yes, you are the one for all this discourse

You’re conversion is the only salvation

To fix this “wholesome” American national
A poem written as a sort of reaction to those that say certain groups or identities are the reason for the downfall of the US, it's quite sad really, the state we are in
Astral
Written by
Astral  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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   Doug Potter
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