Then one day it came Spoiled up a ray like rain Like oil in a flame, it pained
The heart attack sudden Odder than eleven Harder than a punch in the womb Harder than the lunch you consume For us, it had a cancerous fume, more lust Men who made killing hoggies, Selling prout fully like healthy livestock It made tides rock with a dilegent mock Confused are the people, infused in the evil Professed to eject like Jews in the sequel, to win It came in the morning, with a warning and without The hurting was a burden, only certain was doubt A mythical tale, no soul knows well Liberty went to hell, freedom called for shells Fierce was the blow, keep your ears to the show
It appears Orwell was right in '84
raquel d.
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