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A New Mad American Empire
This is the edge of America
This is the edge of America
The land of the free
Home of the brave
The empire of tyrannies
Cities in flame
Television drowns on, into the static night
Electric, this is America
Edge of Reality
Edge of Dreams
Madness across this land
The moon is fat and glows brightly
In a lunatic land of night
Wide the grin of reapers glare
Thy engines of flesh and bone
Rise towers of black smoke and dragon flames flare
Crimson and jagged jaded stone
Eyes fractured façades stare
This is a new mad American Empire
Copyright ©
Poet Tellaferro
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