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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The subscription to fear is surrounding and growing. Leaders without courage depend on exploiting. I guess they never learned how to dig deep and resist. How many times logic and facts were dismissed. Shocking to me since they claim to be leaders. Til the time comes to lead, then they’re more like cheerleaders. But even cheerleaders have more of a use. They bring hope and joy, while these leaders bring excuse. And what does it matter, we knew they were shhit . They knew that country was busy and split. Bought their way in and got drunk on the power. Taking more than providing, hour by hour. 1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 4. How much is enough? they merely say “more”. While the rest of us work to keep the show going. They’ll continue to convince that we’re not really growing. The sheep will then shutter and cling harder for safety. Crashing the markets, surrendering freedoms so hasty. Replacing their minds with a sea of cell phones. Steadily constructing the army of clones. Flooding our senses with distractions and pleasures. Presidential decree “these are rational measures”. As we grow blind, fat, ignorant and unthinking. The path of the strong will be consistently shrinking. Consumerism and lies become more mainstream. The ironic collapse of the American Dream. And I will still be here, completely unshaken. Calling you all fuucktards and enjoying my bacon.
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