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  Perhaps this was the way it was always supposed to be Me at the bottom, the very last ladder rung and everyone else looming above scrambling in that
  A Christmas treat to the system A bombardment of truth under the missile-toe A message to the cowards that kiss up to you  A reward for your administration 
For sale, for sale! Anise, achiote, arrowroot powder! For sale, for sale! Cardamom, cinnamon, cloves, caraway seeds! -cinnamon, citrus, cocoa, and cumin!
A friend once told me To wake up early And look up to the sky. The golden sun would light up The purple winds. Revealing the hidden creatures above,
It'd make sense to sell books filled with psalms our love has inspired. Profit from the nonstop poems venting the glories I admired, But it's not worth a dime , not even a dollar,
“O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave” How much of that can we say remains? Everyone scared of scaring the people that need to be saved.
Please don’t refer to us as “batches” y’know, like prototype after prototype after prototype we didn’t ask to be struck and burned out like matches and while you wait for the time we’re ripe,
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