Monday, November 12, 2012

Revolution

You look down on me
From your official office
Thinking yourself a God
But we are the same
Right place and time
With a dice of charisma
Rifled you to the top
With everyone's support
But did they know
That you would steal jobs
Destroy money
And ethnically cleanse us?
I think not, tyrant
So today I march forth
With their support
To bring down this reign
Planting forth a new dawn
A dawn of freedom

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