Mass on the Rocks

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Invisible imperial manipulation

Blind us with blinders of placation

Natural selection wins to nature’s chagrin

Our exceptional true blue boys and girls cannot win

Freaks rule the roost and hoard their secret

Birthright existence supersedes regret

Fraternity filters truth pledged hollow

Echo in the wind blows its siren solo

Imagining all the souls gone dead

Denied potential by this fraud instead

Aerosol explosion like an ocean mist

Our primordial surrender on the rocks we kissed.

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