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Identity

February 9, 2008
By Anonymous

I see a wicked dark age,
where identity's unknown.
Burn the books and written page
where the shadow of oppression's grown!

Mindless! No one has a name
but some numbers in its place.
Shackles make the graceful lame.
A mask cloaks beauty's perfect face.

Big brother spies on you,
but do not attempt to flee.
Combat against what's good and true!
Kill those that don't agree!

Explosives, guns, and weapons wrought.
There's not a thing that you can trust.
Bombings, wars will be fought.
And all the cities turn to dust.


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