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Sunday, February 28, 2010

The paper reads gray,
The city in a similar state
Lookin' grim in the rain
In the shades of the gradient
The evils of men have become
Infectious, and radiant

Cause the pages hold the stories
While the rain holds the sky
The rats under shelter
Are just like the people inside

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There's no refuge for either,
No discrimination between saints or sinners
Out of luck, both those who resist and comply

Well the tax breaks are
Deaf, blind, and silent
Just like the industry
The men in charge are
Outdated, incompetent, and lazy
Just like me
And yet here I am
Playing judge, jury and executioner
Actin' like you need me

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