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Sep 2010
When this at last falls to ash
Well rise out like a pheonix
The eagle shall be beatin'
For these creatins have demeaned it

Brains are washed away
In the main streams current
And the path of least resistance
Gets a washed and watered version

The truth's a priceless prize
That if you want you have to earn
And pieces pure of *******
Are crystal clear once finally learned

God has set this task before me
To melt this house of wax
And though I have been found wanting
He makes up for what I lack
Written by
Joe Rader
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