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Oct 2020
**** the saints with salvation!
**** the gladiators with gasoline!
When truth corrupts a nation
the sick will spit on vaccines!
Do not look to accrue this fruitless pursuit of youth
for the Gods will deny you attention all the same
like a beast of burden whose load has left him lame
you’ll never be pleased until you cease to be a pawn within their game
Written by
Rhys  27/M/Yorkshire
(27/M/Yorkshire)   
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