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Better off

Please hold me when the bombs drop.
Till thereís no skin left on my flesh.
Keep smiling till our timeís up.
I need you close when I turn to ash.

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This war isnít yours or mine but still ours for some reason.
World leaders with weakened grip on reality caused by treason.

High velocity nuclear curiosity killed so many felines...
Pure hypocrisy.

Let me out. Thereís no way back in for me.
Presidential infamy. Shitís so clear, itís meant to be.

Such a treat to be here with you.
Evil canít be taught, weíre clear and see-through.

A dangerous mind combines thoughts like yours and mine.
Devoted to triple six, diverse and cheap like Lucyís trail mix.

Are we in a better place now?
Are we better off somehow?

Are we biased? Jealous?
Only a waste of time will tell us.
Drieks
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