Authenticity
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The cold wind blows in The chill touches our bones The cold wind forces Us to bend in the face Of its full freezing force The chill is an icy one Straight from the pole Makes us wish for warmer days. The snow clouds drift in As the trees leaves are dropping Leaving a bed…
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Decadence is the cause of a loss of life The autopsy will discern just why Because of the lunatics in the asylum Feeding off greed and feeding us lies Causing wars, hatred and poverty From their twisted minds disease Being allowed to get away with just what they please But nows the time to awaken…
