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Words of cunningshining stunning.
Men of grandeurblinding, numbingwith winsome wiles in specious styles.
Speeches etching,rhyming, wrenching.
Men so shallowstumble fetchingfor words that maze, to clear their daze.
Calm in disarray
Sinking day by day
Hopeless never seesave what they believe.
Choices weakening,ever sinking.
Men are poisoned into thinkingthat they've a voice above their noise.
Spheres of disarrayworsened by the day
Sadly led and fooledwithout thoughts to rule.
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