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  • YourKl0WN.G0V
  • Mar 14
  • 2 min read

[radio tuning]


The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command

I.


Don’t.


Under….


Stand!


Shouldering the monumental weight

Of my own fractured mental state

Is getting harder every day

Fucking political news upsetting me in every way

This hypocritical bullshit got me foaming at the mouth

As my own bank account appears to be heading further south

The truth is kept further from us still

Below the rotting chambers of politicians upon hill

Those who Lennon said had learned to smile as they kill

I can’t think of a truer thing

As I hear the lies of their crowned king

Spill forth from lying teeth

Those errant truths still lie beneath

The redactions and subtraction

That we choke on for breakfast every day

Trying to convince myself that we’ll be okay

But that shits getting harder to say

Throw me down into a pit

Deep dark and oh so vile

Filled with shit and human bile

Just another suicidal statistic to add to the pile

Watch the news and hear them Heil

Lemmings from an Epstine file

Marching in single file

Don’t question the narrative live in the lies

Bow before the orange Lord Of The Flies

Liberals was looking at their Pinterest

More than our own self interest

….

They don’t care what happens to us

As long as it only happens to us

We are lambs to the slaughter

Even brother sister and daughter

Livestock in the unwashed masses

To them we’re simply the underclasses

A tagline on a political speech

There only to extend their reach

We fester beneath their feet

Like sun bleached rotten meat

Regression to a protoracist date

Oppression under a christofacist state

Now before it’s too fucking late

Let’s become everything they hate

A disease they can’t medicate

They’ll never understand us

Until they are standing in their handcuffs

They’ll never know what we mean

Until they meet the guillotine









I’ve been hard to kill since I’ve been alive

And still somehow I survive

 
 

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