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Cheering On Your Genocide
Every time I let the tap run, I feel guilty
Every time I fill my belly, I turn away from the screen.
Every time the key clicks to my door, I can open and walk around.
But you and yours are raised to the ground.
No guilt from those who cheer on your genocide.
Monday 9th June 2025 7:01 pm
America Turns the Lights on (US Election)
The lights go on
And the darkness slips away, from
The podium
The Twitter fueled hate
The stockpiling of lies, we thought it was too late
But it Brings a better day
Brings a better day
Brings a better day
A tombstone is lifted
And people can now breath
Not suffocating from insanity
And his personal greed
It brings a better day
Brings a better d...
Sunday 8th November 2020 11:28 am
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