The good lord came to see me,
With a smirk upon his face.
He said sit down beside me,
And watch the end of your race.
There's a dustup in the sandpit,
But it won't ease your fears.
This ain't no fight for freedom
This is the war of the profiteers.
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Author:
DuKord (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 4th, 2017 02:15
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Reminiscent of all my unpleasant adolescent realizations of the true nature of life. When what I once perceived as romantic struggles for principle, transformed into hopeless, inevitable, and unalterable realities of life.
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