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Nov 2020
Our guardians of opaque rule
and with two mouths they speak
hence the reptiles in their ancestries
the bloodlust greed of their ***** history
the swindling chicanery of their past and present
and the magic of their magic fooling none but themselves
but in devils artistry flair they make weapons of mass destruction
in body in minds in all they chose and as they ordain to use
when its jaw jaw its with forked tongues in thin lips
when its praise its praises with backhanders
and when they boost you its to chain you
welcome to Satan's philosophers
know the truth is anything but
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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