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A Degenerative Virus

There is only solace within the silenced bird who had the wanton thoughts of singing

And clarity within the cold dead hands of the mangled bodies who lay beneath

The soft black soil held inside the pliable folds of the Presidents hands.

As he lobs it into the impoverished child's grits to feed upon

Suckling from the **** of a democratic mans ideology

He heaves it into their frantic phizog, because he has got the green from cultured trees

And all they own within possession are his feces, to be buried within the waste of his decisions.

But no matter

As we have always evolved to strive within the muck of poverty.

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kendal-anne
American
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Oct 18, 2013
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