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$£$£$£$£$
Contributed by
01_zanzebar
on
Tuesday, 4th May 2004 @ 10:41:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
political
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Youre the winner, hes the loser
Warped and twisted, the truth ventures further
Lost are we, the soul surveyor
Disipated too, are our dreams of grandure
Trapped, like the rats aboard the sinking ship
The fake names Corporation, the real ones death
Never will the field be green as did they once
Now we look grey, as do the concrete above
Roads and Trafic lights, replace the old world
Paid for by the corporation, death and all
Give into the lure of money, so our children can breath through the gas masks
And read Ironically how the corporation destoyed the forrests,
printed on the paper, that they made from them.
Copyright ©
01_zanzebar
... [
2004-05-04 10:41:41]
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Re: $£$£$£$£$
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by deepdarkthinker on
Tuesday, 4th May 2004 @ 11:18:36 AM AEST
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| I like it it's so true |
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Re: $£$£$£$£$
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by Remy on
Tuesday, 4th May 2004 @ 02:59:30 PM AEST
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| oi vey... i'd like to live with natural source of breathing air... *ponders* .... |
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