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Life as we it is about to change I smell it within the air, the weather is strange up sedated and numb from the pain The sickness in America has spread to her
She is no longer fit to make 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 collision
She can no longer hide the on her face the innocence now is hard to replace she has no shame, no remorse or any She embraces the devil and she hates other
Ms America, the beautiful the within the cracks I that you could see
She her misery within society it's obvious you have no for me
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Ms America, you've a very bad girl you nearly disgraced humanity in the of the world vanity has took you not deserving the image of your reflection is quite she so many promises she couldn't she neglected to mother her so they sleep they out for justice and they weep not to blame, Ms America, it's what you
The of your inventions to as all the of your intentions to us all you should have in to nature and to the it's only a of time you fall
the things you have worked out in first colony took some of own advice and your you've all morale and the I'm sorry but I don't apology
I'm up in the belly of In the stomach of Broken in the of America In the garbage of in the brain of in the body of in the spirit of America In the old of America
Oh Ms. So attractions has yet to take for her we work within sytem and make so you can let ring your factions
How can people be hungry when a surplus suffering within home you've them worthless
Damn near police the and make us even though conform and join your
you're presidency's the biggest but the laugh I always smell the gun on your I think I should send a to your Amerika, down and dirty you a bath
So tell your agents don't be this wasn't by socrates or sigmund this is god's work you can't every ever built has been destroyed
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