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can you feel it
the money
the gated communities
the franchises gone awry
one corporation under god
with liberty and justice for the few
the founding fathers admitted
there's no system
no set of rules
we can give you
that will ultimately guarantee your liberty
the tree is watered
by the blood of tyrants and patriots
they've gerrymandered procrastinated fillibustered
the process to the point of nonrecognition
the constitution is dead
the rule of law will soon follow
without representation
only might makes right
the beast will have his day

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