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Mar 2013
Wearing the "do" of death
.
(The Aura)
The protective stance
The mark of Cain
----
We who have come to separate
Friend from foe

Need from greed
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WE ARE THE IMMUNE SYSTEM OF THE WORLD
.
The t-cells out upon the street
--
"Facing a dying nation"

We are screaming

ALIENS!

poison

ALIENS!!

Bring on the WHITE CORPUSCLES , now

But
Nothing happens!!!!

--

It is as if the Whole World has AIDS!
--
I have no other words
No other purpose
No other language in which I speak
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IS ANY BODY OUT THERE?!?!

CAN ANY BODY HEAR ME?!?!
Written by
jeffrey robin
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