What we're losing becomes evident in words.

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It comes to me in spurts,

And mostly when it hurts,

I feel the pain 

Ideas in vain

My thoughts will not be heard.


Aside from my demeanor

She's only getting meaner

Dividing us

The nucleus

Our slavery grows leaner.


America the Brave

I fear we cannot save.

From theivery


Cleaved by a heavy Glaive.


Remeber us for sure

We won't take any more.

whether through peace

or smoking piece

We're barging through the door. 


Created: Feb 25, 2012


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