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Rat's Race
In the darkness of night, I'm a king with no crown,
A knight with no sword, no way of cutting life down.
The words they create, cut like knives to the soul
Media fed by derision to fill up your bowl
Spread lies and more hatred on sharpened tongues
To drive home divisions, where no one belongs.
We live by their rules, and follow like sheep,
Heed the words of the wise, before your long slee...
Sunday 14th April 2024 7:00 pm
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