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I'm an MP I can say what I like, It doesn't matter if its inaccurate I'm well within my rights, I like to bend the truth or even completely lie, I use half truths and I don't even need to...
Anarchy brought about by a fascist regime. Poverty in the streets living in a rich man's wet dream. Working to pay expenses of a corporate few. Conquering the working man and blaming the brew.
The nobles walk around the king's court, like vultures gathering around the diseased carcass of some long dead animal.
Honest men working to feed their families Plebs in slums are all the wealthy elite sees Three hundred years ago when the highlands were green Men noble in title betrayed their countrymen in a manner...
#truthbeknown Through no fault of my own Other than via my birth a long time ago I claim this country to be mine, now that I've grown Yet I have no land nor do I own my council home Where's the...
Anarchy brought about by a fascist regime. Poverty in the streets living in a rich man's wet dream. Working to pay expenses of a corporate few. Conquering the working man and blaming the brew.
Me and you are exactly the same... But you are treated as if you're a Dame. You get riches and you get gold. It's what I've seen and what I've been told. So we're the same this shouldn't be...
We are all insignificant in our daily grind. Trying to survive what we just can't find. Finding the lost who run around blind. Providing for the youth who are out of their minds.
Chapter one Ammy looked out the grimy window, lightly caressing it with her fingertips, feeling the dirt stick to the grooves of her prints.
Walking down the golden lane. Poverty restricts them like a chain. A line is forming in the street. Just more people after heat. A scurry of feet through the door. People always after more.
A city with a need.... A president banished for his greed. A revolution.... Was it the only solution. A police state.... Ruled by fear and hate. The rich.... Merciless and greedy. The poor......
Life when the wealthy get wealthier, and the poorer get poorer is unfortunate Seem disproportionate. Share and care. No one would dare. Millionaire. Rags to riches but must be silken gold.
The clarion call I'm sure is Sounding, and my love is on the hill With nothing but a Pitchfork in hand, Thirsty for a kill. The Archers will draw Their bows, the pikemen have their Weapons tall.
Things in life are really tough. You start to feel you've had enough. You feel yourself start to cry. Never stopping to ask why. Money worries. Bills to pay. You want it all to go away.
I try to live each day In a happy good way Working for poor pay So my boss can play The rich man just laughs When a poor man asks How long can it last The system of the class.
The oldest trick to conquer is divide Behind crass sound bites and scorn you hide Stir up hate and watch them turn On each other, their cities burn.
I am not the king, duke or lord. I am one of the silent people. I have no power land or wealth, only my beliefs, as rickety and homemade as the shanty town I live in. I am one of the silent people.
Far be it for an Underling to Council Ladies Kaiser, Kings Every man should Remain a Servant to the game But perhaps A change is due Starting with Two fingered truth Any reason Royalty Deem...
A generation lost to debt, an Empire up in flames. Fat, gluttonous and greedy, the bankers ate the blame.