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Mr. President.

I am the power,

I work the machine.

Brainwash my people

Like the **** Regime.

 

Subliminal and discreet,

I wear an ignorance-spun cape.

But what do they call my teachings?

Patriotism. How great.

 

Whether black or white,

Grand or small,

They are my zombies.

I rule them all.

 

Not green, not decayed,

They're red, white and blue.

The idiocy spreads like an infection.

From them to you.

 

Some are corrupt,

They see through my cape.

I exterminate them,

And continue on my hell-bent way.

 

America may lose itself one day,

It may not remain strong and true.

But until then, stay begging for the brains,

Of the Red, White, and Blue.

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Jun 17, 2010
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