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D.S.A (Divided States of America)


This is a plantation.

Forget the quote "We The People"

To them we are pesants.

Their quote is "They're The Sheeple"

We think they are safe. But in reality they're leathal.

We are not united, we are divided.

Which is why we are not equal.

 

 

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