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At Age 6
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Baby Boy
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Look Around
it's to me all events unfolding
day to day reality
our founding fathers rolling
in there graves
money the root of evil
and evil it buys
shakes hands with the devil
look into his eyes
a smirk is what you will see
happiness and satisfaction
the way beguiled by he
many souls will perish
he stopped counting souls
he fills the rooms to capacity
proud he calls his ghouls
Texas T, black gold
he loves the financial industry
whose hearts are freezing cold
war after war for their greed
millions have bled
their favorite color is green
maimed, crippled or found dead
war, any war is obscene
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JDW©2007
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