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Life as we it is about to change I smell it within the air, the weather is getting Drugged up sedated and numb from the The sickness in America has spread to her
She is no fit to make good decisions She is completely blind and void of any She hard and she keeps her concious mind in prison Therefore she's headed for the ultamite
She can no hide the scars on her face the innocence now gone is hard to she has no shame, no remorse or any She the devil and she hates other race
Ms America, the the free within the cracks I wish you could see
She buried her misery society it's obvious you no regard for me
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The of your inventions to as all the traged of your to us all you should have gave in to and to the it's only a of time you fall
the you should have worked out in your colony took some of own advice and psychology you've destroyed all and the I'm but I don't accept your
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Oh Ms. So attractions has yet to take for her we work around sytem and adaptions so you can let ring your factions
How can people still be there's a surplus suffering within your made them worthless
Damn near police the and us nervous even though conform and join your
presidency's the biggest joke but where the I smell the gun smoke on your I I should send a telegraph to your Amerika, you're down and you need a
So your secret agents don't be this taught by socrates or freud this is simply work you avoid every nation ever built has destroyed
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