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A Case to Transport

Completely befuddled

We fake it as muggles

The abuse we face alone

Buries confusion in our bones

 

The siren places fear in our hearts

She can be ours

If she wants the part

We can get ahead

By abusing those who would give their bread

 

In this we are all the same

Many silent murderers with unimportant names

Psychopaths on angry paths

Hell bent on **********

 

Would you let them continue to dictate the conditions?

Do you trust the statisticians?

We are the result of the easy decision

The sagging construction of constant derision

 

Another man's home subject to intrusion

A stance is required to end the delusion

 

They're not here to protect you

 

It's all an illusion!

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ishmyre-of-the-inferiors
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Published
Mar 30, 2012
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