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In this tropical utopia of concept decent is upon us

Flames burning the frame horrendous

The colors once vibrant deluded and bleeding through

Through this malevolent mendacious coccoon

Pooring onto the backs of the slaves who

Stay digging their own graves

In the clear waters democracy is purged

Security juxtaposed to liberty is urged

The deviant menopausal rule atavistically

A totalitarian tyrany a progressive atrophy

Pulses forth - further east west south and north

The blind are the vulnerable to the epidemic

This mantra is becoming epic

A revolt however rides upon the wind

Fueled by the enlightened who know the empire has sinned

A recolution to subsidize subjective genocide

to stunt the national self-perptuated suicide

And the wind howls loud and harol

These green tyrants we must discard

A call to the sentient

Sound the war cries, but rest tonight

The war is waged at dawn