Illusions Altered

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Divide a fraction without a mind
Freak shows and rats on the street
Draw near my darlings of filth
My children born dishonest thieves
To hungry fathers and distant mothers
Soon to die, soon to leave you alone
While society steals your thoughts
Secreted under rag-matted hair
Under a factory made image of life
Hides the dogs of truthful reality
Men and women selling crime
To those who unmask the surface
Venture forth, love, venture here
Learn that this is what it seems
Under the law, under the opinion
Where freedom is well-defined
Empty stomachs battle thunder
Roaring discontent of man and God
We lie…lie…lied in this town
We die…die…died in this old forsaken town





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