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There is a corruption we all should abhor, It starts on the left, and corrupts to the core, Cancer of the soul, if left to go on, It takes bit by bit, ’till the whole soul is gone. Makes people think that there are no values, That everything’s fine if it’s ‘true to you,’ Moral absolutes they loudly disclaim, Then turn and wonder why the world seems insane, Why their true feelings don’t bring happy lives, Only leads to a black rage deep in inside, ‘being true to you’ is a moral perverse, With no standard to judge, things get much worse. What’s ‘true to one’s self’ for those fond of rape? Should the serial killer show his ‘true’ face? And what of the types who change ‘truth’ every week, Then act offended if anyone speaks? The corruption permits them to silence all, Pushing more and more, until it all falls. The corruption pushes out all real beauty, Replaces it with the fecal and ugly, Throws out the masters who’s work defies time, Declares that splatter and blank space is ‘sublime.’ Renir, Bougereau, Bierstadt, and Degas, Masters whose paintings amazed all who saw , Now me have charlatans, ‘artist statements,’ An art world that can’t uplift, just dement. The same trend pus music into a plight, Ignore Beethoven, ’cause his skin as white, No longer to Mozart do critics clap, But ‘es and ’hos,’ that’s where it’s at! Celebrate decline, claim that it’s ‘sincere,’ As it there’s no ‘real’ behind beauty and cheer... CONCLUDES IN PART II.

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The Corruption, Part I

There is a corruption we all should abhor, It starts on the left, and corrupts to the core, Cancer of the soul, if left to go on, It takes bit by bit, ’till the whole soul is gone. Makes people think that there are no values, That everything’s fine if it’s ‘true to you,’ Moral absolutes they loudly disclaim, Then turn and wonder why the world seems insane, Why their true feelings don’t bring happy lives, Only leads to a black rage deep in inside, ‘being true to you’ is a moral perverse, With no standard to judge, things get much worse. What’s ‘true to one’s self’ for those fond of rape? Should the serial killer show his ‘true’ face? And what of the types who change ‘truth’ every week, Then act offended if anyone speaks? The corruption permits them to silence all, Pushing more and more, until it all falls. The corruption pushes out all real beauty, Replaces it with the fecal and ugly, Throws out the masters who’s work defies time, Declares that splatter and blank space is ‘sublime.’ Renir, Bougereau, Bierstadt, and Degas, Masters whose paintings amazed all who saw , Now me have charlatans, ‘artist statements,’ An art world that can’t uplift, just dement. The same trend pus music into a plight, Ignore Beethoven, ’cause his skin as white, No longer to Mozart do critics clap, But ‘es and ’hos,’ that’s where it’s at! Celebrate decline, claim that it’s ‘sincere,’ As it there’s no ‘real’ behind beauty and cheer... CONCLUDES IN PART II.