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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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