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                  ****Government Relative****


The fall of the Hyperion is due

The world no longer revolves on its axis

Away from the wind the flag flies

To the chords of your harp

Nor the drums of lies

Does the heart throb

The farmer has sown

No ROTTEN SEED this time

His barns are already empty

And from hunger his weaned offspring whine

Tomorrow is a day

Another

Not like today

Or any other

The jailbird is about to sing

The liberation song

With kisses that sting

From the blood on the priests' hand

Of the red and sore lips from the feast

Potties sagging stuffed with human sweat

Your sic whimsical invisible and "invincible" hand

To this gospel we deafen

The eagle's eye has seen sheer folly

The pedophilic words, subtle hisses and venomous bites

Our nerve you have touched

Your highway to hell we have decorated

The calm beast is weighed

With burning rage inside

Steal wings and fly if you think you can

Run, hide, but this trump call

This thunder, like Jericho will make you fall

*******government relative********

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