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May we speak for those forgotten far to soon You play deaf to requests of human soul Reptilian lies encasing the heart of stone Oh Captain, No Captain. On this ship on the edge of the dumb new world Idiots raised upon the pew, Hailed as Knights of the people All they’ve brought is numbered days and promises far too few Too Little, Too late Deadly victims to the Maybot’s fate Pillaging idealised dreams of united pride All the people can do is run and hide Democracies throat ripped out by the vile disease British sorry, Not sorry state Broken system, Shattered across the isle Devoid of soul, To death do us part Its Brexit that will drive the steak through The Iron witches, Cold. Dead. Heart.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
Little Legal Lie & an Eye for an Eye.
May we speak for those forgotten far to soon You play deaf to requests of human soul Reptilian lies encasing the heart of stone Oh Captain, No Captain. On this ship on the edge of the dumb new world Idiots raised upon the pew, Hailed as Knights of the people All they’ve brought is numbered days and promises far too few Too Little, Too late Deadly victims to the Maybot’s fate Pillaging idealised dreams of united pride All the people can do is run and hide Democracies throat ripped out by the vile disease British sorry, Not sorry state Broken system, Shattered across the isle Devoid of soul, To death do us part Its Brexit that will drive the steak through The Iron witches, Cold. Dead. Heart.
I really dont like Theresa May. Or Brexit.
#explicit#as
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
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