Ours is the romance of ironies
That thrives on virtual volumes
Glide thou away from my skies
Like the desert mirage does
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Evilmongers
Not in the least am I surprised
At thy fresh looting adventures
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Neo-slaves
None of them are slaves by birth
Nor is slavery thrust upon them
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An Impossible Retake
Boasted the man of his knowledge and practical wisdom
And let the brain overhaul the heart
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Hypocrisy
Just below His abode of snow, an innocent angel was desecrated by His own middlemen
Then we cried, protested, vowed and lighted lamps
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Sleep
The mysterious pause of lethargy
That interrupts the song of life
Which moves along the corridors of time
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Crime and Punishment
Thou art the cradle of life
The elixir for survival
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