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Hypoxia
All hail the almighty television
To the presidential figurehead
With illusions of grandeur
Always misplaced hope
Among most simple of us
Your faith is in your mask
Your mask is on your face
But your face is getting long
One day the mask will not fit
Sometimes children have to die
Sometimes old people have to be abandoned
Sometimes you have to burn down your own neighborhood
If you believe in communism
Get rid of the christian cross of Saint Andrew
Upon that red flag with black and white sons of the confederate
Forget history forget heritage forget the world ain't flat
Torture the world and see who goes along
With the vampires in tiny little hats.
Amen
"Every time I vote, a freedom dies." Redefining freedom mixed with responsibility and infused with and surrounded by kindness. Hope all is well wirh you and yours.
~S~