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May 2018
what a shame on you see the lie claim as nothing could do victim or greed elite compete with game pieces of **** apathetic and proud of it lost and confused reciting the news of deep blues with glee it wasn't me but it is weak brothers and sisters on knees for fascism Iong as white skin saves pain for one more year billions dead but pale don't care blinded eyes tear pawns still move into positions of suicide while endless ****** and pain fill the pockets of those who Trump all life for trophy wives and ******* island parties away the night never lifting a finger to do what's right wing western **** worked away for toys to play into the end game of all for egos call before humanities fall under dancing feet at burning man into guided disguises fiat pride life full of distraction and lies for crumbs of a pie you won't ever have stored in boxes for cattle to grave lost the light you never tried to save back at it again until you figure it out and the hard way you will as woke laughs with shaking heads and spears socially engineered to turn heads from the dead you stumbled over to avoid living free killing us them me promising that you too will be looked over while frightened to death of the truth as it over comes and awakens you
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Shawn Steven
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