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American Algorithms

Misled
Missiled
Shrapnel in my spine
Blood drops from my eyes
Pilfered
Pilgrims
Stolen orchards in the light
Hungry children in the night
American
Algorithms
Proud to be red, white, blue
Starving, battered, and then there's you
Laughing Hyenas
Spit acid in my face
Silky sliver bluish musk
Bless us with your governed grace



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