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Knocking at your front door

Voices whisper on winds of war

Ectoplasm leaking from thought and heart

Into the cracks of capitalism to tear it apart

On the spectre haunts

until the storm has calmed

Failing to exorcise

The powers that be will never trvly thrive

Like a poltergeist throwing vases incorporeally,

concrete milkshakes fly through a CEO’s wind shield

Knocking at your front door

Voices whisper on winds of war

Blue blood streams across the floor

The Spectre Haunts

Like a poltergeist throwing vases incorporeally

Concrete milkshakes fly through a CEO’s wind shield