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A modest political rhyme of my own.
An iridescent message from the very last lungs with the very last breathe it was the very last sung. It was a song of hope, before a pile of rubble, all left over when humanity stumbled. I guess that's the way that the human mind works, always believin that the living life lurks, but it's gone. All done. Like a heavy smoking gun. Hitting like a hammer down upon everyone. They say of the Cold War that Ronny Reag won. But they didn't believe it and neither did their sons. Ghosts around the corners and hiding in caves. Ghosts in the telephones and floppy disk saves. Are they really the cowards that they seem to portray? Or is this all the joke in which the money game's played? Fuck, I guess this is the shit I'll never know. Ask to many questions and yr freedoms get towed. But you might just say that things are lookin up that we're just digging out of some dirty ass slump. I wish I had your confidence, I wish I had yr hope but remember to keep in mind that lonely singing dope.
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