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Oct 2018
My armor and arm and a roar
Tumbling down the mountain
Mouths sewn shut
    We just need to listen.  
No moral compass could have you brought here
But we have bared our own tears
  Mouths sewn shut
But we refuse to listen
Bludgeon pestilent leviathans with
Mouths sewn shut
It's time they listen to us
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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