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The rope slips over

I'm deathly afraid So should you be Unless you conform Immediately Lies, and facts Are twisted, morals and Ethics Neglected I am very worried And I am trying to be Passive The whole world is on fire Taxes and taxes , everyone pays. And those that find loopholes Are masters to slaves, That word is ancient It is in use to this day Yet no one seems to agree With a thing I say I'm so out of touch I belly ache and complain I pause and reflect Being in the middle Both sides are shit I hate to admit Maybe we are done. Civil War is coming Coming Remember your choices Your actions and words For you will be held accountable By those you oppose Those you oppose
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