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America is a nation of addicts No one is excluded, myself included Everyone is in a different phase Trying to make it through it Most are in complete denial Unaware of the cause of all their trials. Others out roaming aisles, long ago they lost their smiles The largest of
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Everyday fatigue, from hearing it all Did you know? Click here, like and subscribe LTK and Amazon storefronts — oops, the credit card is on freeze. Don’t ask me that, please. Comment section: be kind. Wouldn’t it be easier to rewind? App this, a website for that. Subscribe to
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No lands should have been conquered, no wars waged, no ideologies forced to enslave, others killed and erased, no vile pollution of our elements — air, soil, water. No deterioration of land, no animals slaughtered by men pretending to be brave. We were rich in delusion, poor in communion, and full
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It is okay to start a new way. Still we stay unsure, tamed to endure. Shaken to our core, again, again, once more. Mistaken Earth down to her core. Now she revolts, saying: I stay silent and still no more. People crying out to level the score, Spreading false messages
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Emaciated dreams Immeasurable extremes Promised days tied to deranged ways. Versatile markets that can’t clear empty dockets. Sanctimonious Sectional BS on stolen sacred land Unrelenting torment to keep up with their demand doomed to be lost without a stance doomed to be sick without a stance doomed to cease
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They said it themselves; he was a martyr. You know what they say about martyrs, or rather making yourself a martyr: Don’t be one, don’t speak on behalf of, or it will cost you. They will follow until they turn. They will follow until you burn. But they
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I watched the aftermath of Katrina like everyone else in this country— in awe, ignorance, and from afar. Maybe not. Maybe I saw slightly more, because I saw a population defined by much more than the color of their skin that sent the troubled waters to swallow their doors. But