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It Ain'T How It Should Be
As this mad, mad world turns on a bedeviled tilt, empirical evidence suggest compassionate global warming regret has gotten the cold shoulder Scoffers with frostbitten hearts buoy iceberg lies Titanic size Alternate spin facts submerge the meltdown truth Letting only half-life decay utterances be the doubt-filled vapor proof Hidden double-crossed deceit runs dark principality deep — Veiled villainy ain’t how it should be Connived highly classified camps of coin concentrated thievery Where vox false profits filthy lucre soil the bottom line sheet Vexed minds rolling thumbs down on a troubled axis; pandemic anxiety, fretting continually over premature burial thoughts Death debt collector want delinquent souls to pay their Grim Reaper taxes The pauper field bleeds pawn puppet many Yet, ill misfortune still duly befall rook parrots of publican plenty Equitable death is really a hollow, pale victory curse noted — Same coffin justice ain’t how it blessed should be Would this wobbling world take a naked pause tear coated ... empathetic rest could cure the work of evil deeds
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