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Political Delusions

delusions of grandeur sleeping with your voodoo doll so strong is your hate gorging on singular equations the masses not immune to your savagery gives you free reign to take blinding them with beauty giving only what they need lead them to glory following the white rabbit down the hole make sure they took their pills it don't matter not anymore master of their fates your masses of sheep you protect from us wolves whose hungry bellies growl with injustice with white hot rage they are the ones who see you see you clearly run fast to you tea party with all your mad friends hurry now the wolves howl nipping at your heels run now take your doll take your sheep hurry now you'll be late (c)mjr

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