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Mar 2018
Twisted arcane depth
Is the proclamation
They claim for thoughts inept
Tribalistic view for a blind man
No proud ******* ever wept

Congruency is shelved for late
Consistent shapes become a mascot
For those who can not adapt to a new taste

**** for brains will always swing the cranes
The wrecking crews' got no skin in the game
So leave power to the insane
Do not blame me
I'm too ignorant to feel the shame

They know you are guilty but pay no mind
They see how the deck gets stacked
so they stay inside
The verdict is a glass
The illusion is the wineΒ Β 
Justice is a joke
And you're the punchline
So you just stay pacified
You're just too poor to afford a good alibi
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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