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False diplomacy masking endless aggression seems the winner’s way.
Oh, that stock market! If it runs on sweet child meat who are we to care?
Shoot her in the head to show her who is the boss. That’s the way to thrive.
Dangle the trinkets and watch the weak go insane— emperor’s delight.
The will that triumphs is a will manufactured. Who does what to whom?
Ensconced in his dream,the king stokes his fat bellyand plays with his shit.
The missionaryseeks the purity of flamesand delights in it.
The petard that hoistshas the eternal victim.What tale will he tell?
Lying with a cross —she could sell her honey potwith more honesty.
A democracy. Deluded minds chasing dreams. How can it find peace?
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