KILL THE RICH

A maddening time of reflection is upon us, as we grasp for dear life to the strings of humanity. A puppet show for all to see, yet it seems the strings are breaking.
A new era of higher minds and deeper thought. A cannon full of dreams and hopes catapulting from a distant mirror. Is this but a game? Who will win? The clouds roll in, heavy acid rain pours down with a drop of insanity. Mass delusion sets in. A fire from the distance burns while we run to save ourselves, from ourselves. A generation bound for doom, so insignificant to the world that we are frowned upon while we walk the streets. America, you can do me no harm, for I can see the shadows that surround you, and a light that is beside me.
 

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