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Nov 2019
On the last flash of the world
I'll be standing by the grave
Thinking about how we sold
All the future days

How ****** capitalism
Ruined our lives and crushed the dreams
Whippings heard under the clouds
Forgotten names will give me creeps

I'll surrender to my fate
Too late for change then I would say
In the end of the Earth great
To other place we'll fly away
Written by
Basil Rubin  19/M/Ukraine
(19/M/Ukraine)   
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