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Feb 2022
I used to be scared of things under the bed
not knowing real beasts hide in what’s said

True monsters wear suits and sit below flags
with gleaming white teeth and a smile that nags

Twisting fate darkly for meek and for poor
they lay waste to your dreams and curse you with war
RandleFunk
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RandleFunk  43/M/UK
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