Figurit

Constant and steady like the beating on an insane drum
Always there
Never eluding
Strain on my sanity

Ongoing like the screaming of Bosnian death
No conscience outside of America
Death is acceptable in minorities and foreigners
Closed eyes
Buried heads

Whores line the streets of vision
Knowledge without thought
Insane ritual of deception
Odor of the tribe

Zeus led the Greeks
Money leads the Americans
Greed leads to murder
Truth, in a grave and rotting

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