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As was exemplified south of us by their gilded aristocracy’s many interferences in fair democracy:

Fear is an incredibly useful tool to get a moneyman elected - and also the fascists that follow them.

But never lose-out to your base instincts, for when we fear, we do not think, but become controlled.


Fear is such adrenaline, 

An intense hysterical rush,

But you only get one shot, 

And then it dissipates quick.


And the next time, 

You’ll need a higher dose,

To accomplish your task.


And after, falling tired or angry,

Is the radicalization of people.


There are always brighter paths through shadows darkest nights,

But when rising to our fullest heights, is when honesty speaks truth,

And falling to worst traps, is when fear is used to manipulate opinion.

When did we lose our soul?

 

Was it the self righteous wars we plagued upon distant peoples undesiring of our forceful unity?

Was it the indifference channeled in our substanceless mockery that armed radicals to divide?

Was it the evil of greed’s cruelty that allowed a ceaseless genocide to be inflicted upon children?

Or was it the destructive wrath within a supremacist alliance of puritanically controlling nations?


When will we long for a just peace,

When will find our humble humanity,

Where are the honest crowned hearts,

To stave off greed's mindless cruelty?


For I've felt the tears,

My life washed asunder,

And I've seen these wars,

My body torn from under,

And watched children burn,

My heart bleeding red sores,

While a world talks fast gain,

Electing moneymen to run it.


But no time left do I have,

For endless coiners-speak and corrupt excuses.


So mark this day as the turn,

When honesty's tears washed upon greed's lies.






Stable?

No.

But I have dreamed…

 

Honest?

Yes.

And I lost years holding it in…

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