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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required No Luck For The Masses Reversed into a corner where there is no way out Rehearsed by a performer who likes to scream and shout Inverses like a reformer who doesn’t know what he’s talking about A curse that comes from former earnings not to go without Multinational corporations that occupy the economic terrain Unilateral conflagrations that teach you best of all to abstain Collateral in the conversations that leave you grimacing in pain Bilateral renunciations that leave the desert drenched in rain Devastations that demand solutions in order to comply to convention Remonstrations of absolution that deny the condescension Aberrations of convolution that are a bone of mass contention Admirations of the communions of the divine Ressurection Profoundly seeking absolution from a person bound by grief Resounding personal solutions that require the blessing of a chief Confounding immolations that imply the working of a thief Impounding the convolutions that you want to remain brief Stupefaction of the masses staring at their screens Abstraction comes in flashes of animations, adverts and memes Extraction of the molasses as they’re diluting your dreams Retraction of the colossus that invokes a high pitched scream No luck for the poor the broken the tired the vulnerable or maimed A truck of sure defiance that protesting will remain The stuck realm of more reliance is a place of unhealthy terrain While the crux that bore all of this violence leaves you back out in that desert rain. Copyright The End Elizabeth Moroz
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