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The withering serpent puts out his cigar with a scoff and sneer below his frigid exhalation |
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Its embers dance overhead (its embers dance over head) his polished boots, |
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As his yearning parade bubbles: for a xenophobic nation |
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He puts his hungry wolves upon leashes |
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They choke as they sniff out racial agendas under the boiling sun |
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For shackling the blameless men and women in unroofed reformatories is priority number one |
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He releases his soldiers under his command racing to feast on anyone who criticizes his work |
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He puts his hungry wolves upon leashes |
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They choke as they sniff out racial agendas under the boiling sun |
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As un-violent inmates die in rotting cages, giving the man nothing more than a smirk |
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After years of waiting, nothing has changed. he spits a cesspool of deception |
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A leader? a hero? a territorial martyr? more or a less an enormous misconception |
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The withering serpent puts out his cigar with a scoff and sneer below his frigid exhalation |
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After years of waiting, nothing has changed. he spits a cesspool of deception |
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A leader? a hero? a territorial martyr? more or a less an enormous misconception |
