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Some cry climate change Other's say they're deranged.As the conflict evolvesAll our lives are involved.Who's right or who's wrong?What's the difference?
He's a stable smithyThinks his genius words are pithyAs he pounds, pounds, poundsInto the night.Swings his big word-hammerNever minding lies and grammarCuz he's gotta, gotta, gotta
With cold and calculated heart and mind;
A man who lacked remorse for other men,
Twisted the sights of those walking behind,
To turn them to a life of sheep and hens.
I see you through the clear, curved, orange plastic over my eyes
You taste like metal opium
The spoon still stuck between my teeth
Gnaw marks in the handle
From when I tried to swallow it whole, swallow it dry
