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Trump's in office I got no offspring This world is complex We all pay offerings To all my digitals Who push up often If all that you see Is bugs and textures Reverse that axis Inside them options Look for the sky box This is a structure This is not the rapture This is just a sting We've survived worse things We were always trifling We've all been through strife We're still one nation All cut by one knife Blood pacts are ancient Please take my hand But respect my space Look past our faults The American Race
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Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 9:32 AM UTC
American Race
Trump's in office I got no offspring This world is complex We all pay offerings To all my digitals Who push up often If all that you see Is bugs and textures Reverse that axis Inside them options Look for the sky box This is a structure This is not the rapture This is just a sting We've survived worse things We were always trifling We've all been through strife We're still one nation All cut by one knife Blood pacts are ancient Please take my hand But respect my space Look past our faults The American Race
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Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 9:32 AM UTC
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