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We fight to gain, Betray, manipulate, coerce, and cause pain. A shadowy dream lingers with the strongest weapon, hope. Shining a light on the darkest hour, it persuades the poor helping to cope. Condemn the masses to eternal submission without question, Sign ourselves away to perish with an unequal portion. Knowingly we adopted the vile, the ****** we neglectfully signed on the dotted line; Willingly give our money, homes taking all they can find. Digging our graves, camping bare, wilting away; The royal transmit imperishable wealth to which they say. 95% still stand waiting to bat, while the privilege not even having to run the bases. It is easy to steal and manipulate with authority without seeing the faces, Of the people made to fail, functioning as your stepping stone to higher class, Leaving the rest in the concentration camps of the working class. Humanity is flawed with deception and greed, Our society does not wash the hand that feeds.
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
The Power Lines of Society
We fight to gain, Betray, manipulate, coerce, and cause pain. A shadowy dream lingers with the strongest weapon, hope. Shining a light on the darkest hour, it persuades the poor helping to cope. Condemn the masses to eternal submission without question, Sign ourselves away to perish with an unequal portion. Knowingly we adopted the vile, the ****** we neglectfully signed on the dotted line; Willingly give our money, homes taking all they can find. Digging our graves, camping bare, wilting away; The royal transmit imperishable wealth to which they say. 95% still stand waiting to bat, while the privilege not even having to run the bases. It is easy to steal and manipulate with authority without seeing the faces, Of the people made to fail, functioning as your stepping stone to higher class, Leaving the rest in the concentration camps of the working class. Humanity is flawed with deception and greed, Our society does not wash the hand that feeds.
meagan-castro
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
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