I see the feral, hollow stares igniting all around.
Fear has shaped and maimed their hearts.
A treasure trove abounds.
Politicians puppets that dance on fiery coals. Their common sense is lost to them. Paid for, bought and sold.
Campaign bus is rolling through town to spread the fear around. To get them to the polling place led by Hell's hounds.
Fear and lies have primed this pump. It's ready now to flow. Just pull the lever and you'll sever all the good you've come to know.
You've ushered in the fat and happy times for all the piggies at the trough. But don't expect an invite honey, 'cus you're the sloppy slop.
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