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Crimson sky

Under the illusion of a crimson sky
Demons devoured hot steak ale pie
The sky was blue,  not crimson yet
What they discussed was a secret you’d bet
Skin pure pale and white
Seemingly staring at me what sight 
Restrictions and rules like meanders in valleys 
Sing deviously plotting their rallies 
Sighs of desperation, disbelief and uncertain times 
Hidden agendas of elite and their crimes. 
Hand out the dollars, dish out the pounds 
Keep deaf ears falling on our resisting sounds. 
Keep believing the lies of these clowns 
While wearing on our foreheads constant frowns
The demons ate their steak ale pie
Under the illusion of the corruption and lie
The sky has turned crimson from brilliant blue 
And the sheep led people do not have a clue.

Copyright © Klio Tsitsikroni

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