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You wrap me up in heavy chains

Siphon the blood from my veins

You dictate my every move

Ration my water and food

Even though you crush my pride

I will never comply

The hour glass is emptying fast

I assure you that your control will not last

Your hatred has made you blind

You cannot conceive that your power will be gone in a matter of time

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The System

The powerful man comes up to me and jams his finger into my eye. He tells me that I must comply.

I very calmly answer that no one owns my body, mind or soul. Even if you give me a bucket full of gold, I will never be bought and sold.

The engine continues to just roll along. The world is becoming a place where the influential do not care who they harm.

The corrupt continue to command the people to drop to their knees. Is everyone just going to fold and please?

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What is your plan?

Collecting peanuts

Hiding them in sand

Power is finally found

Hold tight

Falling

Down

Down

Down

Uh-oh

No safety net

Except

Torn mosquito net

Bourgeois

Placing their bets

Repossessing your private jet

Shitting in pants

Throwing up in toilet

Elephant

No longer steps on mice

Demanding silence from fluff puffs

Who had to pay the price

Big Boss was a pimp in disguise

Controlled

Select corrupt whores

Until………………….

6 AM

Knock on the door

FREEDOM

Locked away

Never to be seen anymore

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Damn right

We are preppers

World

Is in the shitter

Two years of food on hand

Kitchen cabinets

Full of carefully marked cans

Solar panels on the roof

Giant sized chicken coop

All emergency supplies needed

Preparations completed

Every night 

Me and the Mrs.

Watch the news

Drink cans of beer

Feeling blue

World a zoo

Any day could collapse

I wonder how long 10 cases of rum will last.

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The flourishing 90’s

The good life

Would not end soon

Dollars

Scooped up with a gigantic dustpan and broom

Swinging back and forth

Moving mountains of hay with a pitchfork

Shifting sand

Globalization

Moved across the land

Jobs have disappeared

Elites

Now offer peasants

Handkerchiefs

To wipe away the tears