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Mar 2014
They ceaselessly blathered about society
How it should burn
For all it’s wrongs, decay
And unjust judgmental hypocrisy
With such conviction
It was as though
This “Supreme” species
Had forgotten that they too
Are this society they loathe.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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