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Aug 2013
Flee, as the desire go towards bad reputation
Change course as if end is calling
Still counting but the dirt isnt moving
Feet and effort comes together
Like nothing happens in days
Picture framed a portrait
Selfie as they say it bluntly
Peace as if peaceful in that place
Every tick of the time
Dots are dancing in the floor
No orchestrated music at all
Free, as they whispered it to one another
With the blaming tongues and teeth
They mailed it to their eardrum
Lie, no hope yet there is still
Truth, Egypt is the mountain
Bigger as the trust settled in
Watch them fall to their knees
For I say repeatedly in this case
There is still hope, there is still
Just trace the ace for better is the Sky
Than any developers of this land
They may come armored in gold and silver
With the finest stones and strong words
Mark Rubilla
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