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Big Brother.


The fabrications of hypocrisy Lay the tracks for a corrupted democracy Inner workings of the aristocracy Here by slaves to the so called meritocracy Shh, Big Brother is watching me. So the Falsehoods thicken As it is written… in blood Lost loved ones… in God we trust And so we must Buy into the dubious claims In order to Gain Maintain And Sustain The pure mind of the child cries out in pain. No where to turn As futures burn We learn, Take every day in stride As we pride “America” Yet hide the country inside.
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