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Bing, bang, bong!
Sweat, shiver and shout
Everything and nothing
Sweat, blood and tears
Murder and strife and tears
And then, on mounds of skulls; Clout
Premised on pretexts, lies and fears
Submerged in subterfuge
Silent tears no refuge
Throes throng to the throne
Prostituting posterity for pittance
While the roof groans and caves
Crashing atop mass graves
A harbinger of eternal truth;
That far for anything built
On lies, fears and tears
To bring us to the dawn of promise
Milk and honey a mirage
And merry - making fools make for the mow.
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