I just dashed this off, may be altered.?
Heres a man trying to bridge, a route to sanity along a ridge' He's being hit.' with the same old twaddle' As his so called betters loudly squabble' I recall a board and stick' used 2020; they must think think us thick? That with much mod tech, and breifing easy to do) Thise ww2 methods, we would not see through? It shows indeed utter contempt; of humans from the 50s' The sacrifice, that they were first targeting shiftily' It was gain the grandparents.' pull the younger in.' One life lost was one to many, 'yet when the nhs needs some tin? Lives are ten a penny ' they'll take the strikes and try to trash As today the truth runs rampant throughought the land Its aversaries have really now lost, the countrys trust. Then some with spine stand; on the settling dust.' Mr Bridgnd is Just one of many ' such people would incline to heal ' But all the liars; just aren't ready to' apologise, of genocides steal' In the (long dead narrative) they, still strive to hide.' I doubt that many, 'will' last out this ride.?
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