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Amidst the politicians, decisions on propositions positioned to requisition this very nation's fate, only leads to derelictions, and weaknesses in convictions, unending belligerences, and finally, blind hate. Banditos jumping fences, to make it to better living... this freedom is an incentive, not a gift, so why wait? People dying overseas, Pollution and disease, Brings the planet to its knees And steak to your dinner plate They think it's great! they use the greed to cultivate the hate. They squeeze upon the clamps designed to encapsulate our fates and in their avarice they find the keys of heaven dissipate between their fingers like the time it took to make a bank so great, but still they take, and they don't mind, when you die sooner, now, or late, cause they charge you for the diapers, dinners, tax all that you've made, Then they charge you for the service, while they're waited on by maids, but, yeah, okay, make your choice, Between the men who make you slaves And cast your vote, between two evils Of slightly different shades.
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Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 5:15 AM UTC
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Amidst the politicians, decisions on propositions positioned to requisition this very nation's fate, only leads to derelictions, and weaknesses in convictions, unending belligerences, and finally, blind hate. Banditos jumping fences, to make it to better living... this freedom is an incentive, not a gift, so why wait? People dying overseas, Pollution and disease, Brings the planet to its knees And steak to your dinner plate They think it's great! they use the greed to cultivate the hate. They squeeze upon the clamps designed to encapsulate our fates and in their avarice they find the keys of heaven dissipate between their fingers like the time it took to make a bank so great, but still they take, and they don't mind, when you die sooner, now, or late, cause they charge you for the diapers, dinners, tax all that you've made, Then they charge you for the service, while they're waited on by maids, but, yeah, okay, make your choice, Between the men who make you slaves And cast your vote, between two evils Of slightly different shades.
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Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 5:15 AM UTC
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