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A giant eye zapped across the screen, |
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With tentacle type feeler type thin roots, |
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Reaching for someone maybe me, |
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With large black block letters, |
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Chiseled into the white around the pupils screaming, |
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R e v o l u t i o n, |
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Revolution, |
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And as the eye giant and green, |
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Sort of oozed with no obvious locomotion, |
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Closer and closer until it was like this on my screen, |
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It split and blood flowed down each side of the street, |
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Washing away things that we didn't need to see, |
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Just like beer cans peanut shells and copies of the daily news, |
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And then laying there, bleeding like a stuck pig, |
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Was a stuck pig, |
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Get the point? |
