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My Nightmare's Constitution

We the People of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union
Condemn those who differ from us in every way.
We the people scratch at the skin of the hightide
Which comes to wash us clean.
Dry, our land stands on sands and sands of burnt flesh
So that we may rejoice in our tyranny.
The nights are so quiet now and the stars burn red with anger.
She sits on my brow awaiting the day i open my eyes and finally see the world for who she really is:
A fun loving circut who rolls in the meadows on her own.
"The blood," she screams, [/font]"through yur copper wires
Is what rusts your CPU! Motherboard had a different future
For ourselves and our posterity."
Blacklisted on a count of treason i cry for reason and measurement.
How far will my actions carry me if i actually open my eyes?
Insuring domestic tranquility, i do as i'm told
And saddle my high horse to ride to our new condo in the hills.
I live by my vices and die by the hand of Humble Pie-
Choking on it since i was never taught how to swallow.
Just spit on whoever and whatever suffers by my feet.
Sweep sweet luxury under the rug and chase the clouds.
Gasping for air i fight out my sleep sweating
The labor of those who came before me and
Merely sigh a bellowing cry with disgust.
I clench my Bible and repeat "I can be more."
I don't want the faith of my forefathers because it was only the fifth one
Who ever did right by me.[/font]