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Solve It

Its a problem.
Solve it!
Your mother, My father
Your sister, My brother
How can I explain?
Came from the same
Old bondage, new blood
Many religions, one god
IT took us oh so long
Let it be understood

Elusions, delusions, despair
Caught up, thrust up
The fear
Upward mobility
And the downward spiral
Of the electric chair
Stretchered in a hearse
Legless, lifeless, listless
Waste
           No pretences
                                 lifes pace.





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