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May 2012
I’m sick of all the *******, I’m sick of all the lies.
I’m through with listening to your rhetoric; your words are now fallen cries.
We’ve all been beaten, bloodied, and battered before.
But shattering lives won’t even the score.
It’s time to hit them where it hurts the most.
Their pride, their ego, that callous entitlement they boast.
So given the chance, would you do it again?
The ends and the means are both on the mend.
Nolan Davis
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