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 Every day I remain practicing the spoken word

But I've heard I've interpreted the sound of choking dirt

The vibrations of my incantations open Earth

I split a fissure across nations as I calmly wrote this verse


Note the worst always comes before the brightest dawn

The curse hangs most heavy when it seems the light is gone

Sad to see that there's no distinction between right and wrong

In a world where the poor are pushed around like fighting pawns


With the Queen watching on from the back of every coin

Capitalists marching on, merciless and never knowing

That the cost of a culture like this is ever growing

Until we sever the serpent's head, it slithers slowly


Through material realms, imperial helms equipped

On the heads of soldiers riding greenbacks, holding whips

Weaponizing your debt, come to collect before the ship

Sails off to the sunset, leaving us dead & derelict.

Where is this wonderful world heading so quick?

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