THIS COUNTRY IS
STOLEN RIVER GRIME
'Debase the country that I live in, this ain't
no native land - from the Wabash to the
Colorado nothing deserves to stand. The
rumbling of the waters, the mighty and horrid
east coast, resounds with nothing special
but the inklings of a ghost - everything's been
raped and stolen, put down and killed at most.
Those criminals in coats of power, the solemn
halls of men and women too, they're all alike
by color and form, no difference 'tween the
two - like sharpshooters they kill and steal,
maim and run for cover 'neath their laws of
ermine lies and rulings, the breath of death
does hover. Everything's abstraction, their
follies kill us all, the megadeath they wish
to score shall soon come home to call.'
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