Am I as evil as the rich man
Am I as evil as the rich man
Americas fault and native naught long intertwined in her birth
Destiny's pull or fate's decree?
Who holds the tighter leash
Horror in one mans whistle
A calling
Bringing forth his dogs
"An avalanche of minsinformation and disinformation"
Crumbled truths and smothered minds
You'd think a state so powerful would hold some dignity
Big brother, I see you creeping
Big brother, how long have you stood there
A permanent shadow on the walls
What better way to fight life
Let those men stampede those homes
Let that lost man's son grow
And in what nature you take him it won't matter
Because the destination is the same
Back to those wrecked doors and stampeded homes
"Enabeled in an abuse of power"
The states daughter filled with vigor and pride
Dirt ruined to ash
You wouldn't know you walked on graves
For a lost country
Not a real place to call home
A stolen land
Never once free
A contradictory perjury
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Philosophical inquiry about complicity and systemic injustice, abstract yet rooted in political critique.
Dense, rapid-fire ideas: colonialism, surveillance, corruption, homelessness compressed into ~40 lines.
Overwhelmingly dark: evil, horror, crumbled truths, stolen land, graves, abuse. Deeply negative throughout.
Intense, accusatory voice with urgent repetition and fragmented syntax; 'stampede,' 'creeping' convey kinetic force.
Approximately 40 lines; falls in 31-60 range.
Rich metaphors: Big Brother as shadow, avalanche of misinformation, dirt to ash, leash/dogs.
Mostly lyric inquiry but shifts toward accusatory/dramatic address to unnamed powers; hybrid mode.
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