Poison rivers wind
Rolling seas break
We die of thirst
Oil does not quench the ache
Pools of blackness
Dying hearts
Hope is the beacon
Her light is fading
Kill the demons
While our own lurk in shadow
In office
On Television
Dull the masses
Serve mechanical propaganda
Hunger allayed with deceit
Taste that freedom
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