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Uphold
Lies are told, and men indignant, shine bold.
Their toll is strife, till their wife
and children eat them to the grave.
Petty tyrants; fake falsetto penance;
compete to grip, and they'll rip
the ideal till there's naught to save.
The death is nothing; bellies dropping,
mongrels stupefy and hide behind unsettling lies.
There is no far reaching sustenance.
The barrage, conditioned, prohibit
innocently, incognizant.
All who scream, in want to placate the dream,
they deem insane, but we, fain;
our tribe shall end present tension.
Skim and toss the impure, liquated dross;
clear the water; true and dear,
render this time for ascension.
2012-04-09
Their toll is strife, till their wife
and children eat them to the grave.
Petty tyrants; fake falsetto penance;
compete to grip, and they'll rip
the ideal till there's naught to save.
The death is nothing; bellies dropping,
mongrels stupefy and hide behind unsettling lies.
There is no far reaching sustenance.
The barrage, conditioned, prohibit
innocently, incognizant.
All who scream, in want to placate the dream,
they deem insane, but we, fain;
our tribe shall end present tension.
Skim and toss the impure, liquated dross;
clear the water; true and dear,
render this time for ascension.
2012-04-09
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