A Bit Different Still Bites

In the U.S.A. children lie behind cyclone fencing imprisoned by the authorities for documentation of returns,

in a Country that is meant to be gracious as this Nation founded the bloodied lands on Indian Tribal Rites,

the scourge of a theme to shake the power breaks now that it becomes this Society in a jerking~off caves,

the counting dead is not from a Holy War rather the Religions scope of shooting cursed to any resistance. 

There is no place in my State that a person can camp for no cost banking the nature as a home it's lost,

now walking from prisons life yard the children in same are running from lanes to be embraced not put case,

troubling is the perfective at monies shame enough to fly to Mars study the brain map the Mind but not live,

starvation ranks this residence yet rest struggles my thought to stage in an onward lot of stood less scoring.

Too bugger whilst the World Wars the Conflicts Idiocy deadly pricing holey bodies mountains of hammered,

strike a chord pick a day do the act of a song build a fire make a note calm the Inner Self to brave blest,

some Wares consist of threats to Control their own Fear called 'Fear Bitters' in the Dog World of Animals,

put to Humans the death is Nuclear Terror blasting Chemical Scares creating Contagious Horror to send.

Never do these Stories Pan to the Explain just Maladies planted in the Human Brain for Cell calls to breath,

a market targeted for inquiry of watch replacing Technics by removables in applications not the smell of dep.,

people so common hands that never held Ages Archaic however Naturals are Spelled for Primes in Hell,

the popular movie or the push to delete burning books library leak where are the brakes to say Complete?

Genocide like disappear than jokes on HBO not respect just reining days of what is their bayed,

shipping lanes that kill the sonar of what was here first food wasted yet starvation steers the girth,

commercials that educate speaking to children advice? or identification of exactly how the phantom grew,

echo Creative Movement to Evolving Based my Mind is in a Betterment not a broken Vased.

Twin Souls, Twin Flames or people just dynamically driven to beat exactly the same at Type Veins,

where does this base from with these Lives of Drum I hear the Blunt like he is standing in a Leaf,

breezes carry his chest to hug me while riding the power between the jump to the moon scene,

he is my Sky the Sun from where the Solar bares a System to an Order of the Cosmos Care.

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