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Electrical boxes blasting our eyes, Sending images of fear and conflict, Talking like a serpent, which is unwise, Illustrating a dove as a convict.   Every time, the deception keeps going,
In a field of twenty, or of four you find them wealthy they that do implore.   Finding light and darkness they corrupt like lighting. Fighting all abstractness,
Guns don't kill people freedom does  how many have died under liberty's judge do we call it freedom because their minds are freed from earthly restriction
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