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lore-fanes as a river threads its way lame frail fold a shoulder to cry on cutting informality mark down thrown its a fixation flowing in surviving a mind set to populate that idea i beseech you run driving your freedom to protest to violence martyr arising a willing knee upon this land feeding you in antagonistic scams leading hand in hand its what you said crumbling left in pieces once again walking d*mned crutching as a herd you behave led by these slaughtering lamb chloroform in lines corrupting the air i breathe sorry i didnt ask you first so sorry ill clue you in next time liberty in tribes affectionate story lines all afraid too weak to walk or crawl away blinded by the heritage you come fumbling and staggering but you'll never see me now we stare one by one we die pointless