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We wait with bated breath, to who will kill the rest of us ?
Whether in an Aleppo sky or hung on a wall
A white vigilantly or a dollar bill that falls on Clinton’s floor
We wait with bated breath for those that will kill us all
The black noose will become an accessory in Georgia
Or a closed shop on Capitol Hill
With each candidate you and me never win
We wait with vile breath, who will strangle the rest of us?
And in...
Tuesday 8th November 2016 8:57 pm
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