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The symbol wavering over children as they play- |
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Stripes of red wine poured across a bombarded blue sky, |
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Dazzling explosions from sea to blemished sea... |
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It's cruel, but it's usual; it's ordinary. |
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There's no use in hiding behind justification |
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With microscopic inscriptions of gluttony. |
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We'll chisel two buildings out of their horizon; |
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An eye for an eye, then we can call it even. |
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Erase the inconsistency. |
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Beat the soil until it bleeds. |
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Extol the fumes of gasoline. |
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Imprison, liberate, and then proceed. |
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Demonstrate the right to bear your nooses. |
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Does this solve our fear of blatantly losing |
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Control |
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Of our sense of security? |
