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circling round the peasants who dumbly wait the broken peasants of the here and now who trust their nation and now pay the price who fear false terrorists but not real ones who think somehow it will all go away the death and desease and the emptiness god is truly dead but you surely dwell it aint heaven but it aint really hell we are so dumbly aghast as the plan to enslave or **** encircles the land etc etc etc etc
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Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 5:49 PM UTC
simplistic sonnet of the last days
circling round the peasants who dumbly wait the broken peasants of the here and now who trust their nation and now pay the price who fear false terrorists but not real ones who think somehow it will all go away the death and desease and the emptiness god is truly dead but you surely dwell it aint heaven but it aint really hell we are so dumbly aghast as the plan to enslave or **** encircles the land etc etc etc etc
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Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 5:49 PM UTC
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