When Unity is law
Diversity becomes the tyrant.
Wherefore shall we stand
When the footing is removed?
How then can we cope?
When leaders are the coup.
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We are all a witness to the outrage,
watching all the signs unfold,
counting mayhem each passing day,
iniquity abound and many grown cold.
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This is the time we were made for,
known since and from the beginning,
to stand amidst the broken minds,
voices dried out and dimming.
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They compete for what they don’t own,
whats not theirs even if taken,
rioting their truth down your block,
each murder the pride of their flock,
every seize on your life is a lock,
your head pulsing with each beat of the clock.
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The enemy has set the pace,
and the weak are willing and able,
fooled to believe what they may gather,
but the playbook they follow is deaths fable.
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Civil war is the end of the road,
the web will be monitored with law,
people will be locked up for the truth,
spirits will be broken in the fall.
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One cannot see the sky through the clouds,
something along those lines.
The details have you so caught up,
small doses, small issues, small crimes.
The masterpiece is ever unfolding,
culling down the seed that spurns.
Till the vine turns on its own fruits,
and the chaff avoids the burn.
It’s so easy to turn the faces,
from this way to the other.
And finally civil is in the wrong,
where cracking eggs will kill another.
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