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Political Hell

Morning America
Welcome to hell
 
Where mortal souls
Give into sinful pleasures
Poverty abundance
 
Feeding envy and greed
 
Tearing their flesh
For deceased founding fathers
Face planted currency
 
To make ends meet
 
You are the devil’s servant
And the populated earth
Are the demons
Taunting playthings
 
They’re all around us
Circling vultures
Keeping us hostage    
In paranoia  
 
We are nameless
Says our social security
Numeral targets    
Our identity is not our own
 
This world is inferno
 
GET OUT!

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