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Mar 2022
History made on the daily
Pandemics intravenously
Panic and terror in the citys
Red scare its war with commies
And what was that about the economyΒ Β 
**** just hit me with the comet Haley

Six Six Six Seven Seven Seven Eight
Hit a spliff stayin even within infinite
Crucifix in politics they intermix
Bull session in recession in depression
Liberate Liquidate Lacerate

I am a product of the product lines
Born to be sold **** like Calvin Klein
Sworn to hold property above human life
So what's a felony what really is a crime

Sanction this **** blitzkriegs end quick
Fash is fashion peasants under siege it's sick
Cash stashin in the pockets of lieges and ******

No message no morals I'm just ******
I'm a vestige like our tomorrows we're ******

Haven't felt poetic in years wrote it all to shed tears
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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