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I feel the mysterious paint dripping down like a cape
Containing the worlds lies that I thought I could escape
Masking the truth that keeps me from my fate
too much poverty, lack of care, and presence of hate
Mysterious paint sticks but it sticks like tape
maybe we need a calvary before it is too late
so we can change how we live to live in good shape
because evil has its color and the nation's greed is the paint
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