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Wednesday, 16 February 2011


Tiptoe around civilisation,
distract yourself with a crumb of frolicity.
The gunfire has ceased.
The masquerade must end.
Overthrow your governing mask.
Quell the lies that smother us people.
We must be a paragon for the past.
Lift the umbrage,
Apothosised by the decayed.
Stand tall, in truth.

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