corruption of love (poem.2) We made it through the first leg of the plagueNow we prep for the famineI’m not afraid of the spaceshipsIt’s the racist with grenadesThat I examineI disengage from the mazeI don’t cooperate to grow in indecencyTo operate at a low frequencyI give praise to the Ancient of DaysThat I’m saved and still standingI’m not enslaved to the ways of mammonMy heart is braveSo…
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