Censorship disallowing people to run Keeping them grouped and all in a tether Darkness will fall and silence to come Not before A harmony to bring ill weather As we hide and speak in low tone Looking sad with our heads to a tilt Almost to A stand-still dreadful drone We can't compensate for what we have built Birds, trees, planes all around hoping to match picture to definition Choked, Beat, Kicked to the ground We must act with great volition Censorship like chains to our mind Our last refuge of Tranquility You cant hold the world of mankind It's an inevitability.
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