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BLUNT CONSCIENCE
Day after a day
To the feeder's hoop oftener.
Nerves on oppressed brains
Collapsing on people
Pushing the baby down
With a heavy load on its shoulder.
The hall was full and blue
And full of meals for the elders
I wonder how he gone past
Without remembering that;
How he drove past the beggar.
I hear of better states
And foremost countries' goodness
And too that this happens
In their own bed chamber
Seeking the live of a student
Who sought to no more suffer;
To kill and spill the blood
Rather than to heal the sick.
Share money, share the ranks,
The baby should not eat,
Pursue more to the rings
And add fame to your nerves
Control a colony
The hills shall roll away
When one day it shall eat.
Cold-blooded blood-hungry men
To solemn wickedness
Messed up days for men
Not by mechanic faults
Taunts of controlled future
By witchcraft and despotism
To this cool temper so
A hopeless blunt conscience.
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BLUNT CONSCIENCE
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