Middle Weight
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IP:
My country
The gallapoing giraffes neglecting the internal rain
But sensed an abyss of honour falling , screaming
Slotting in, stomping
pattering,
On the windows of the magestic meadows mercyful
But the pollenate purple combined with dullness
Unable to portray pefect pictures on lifes mantel
But carefully caressing memories to the present
Slotting in stomping
pattering
Slowly the images progress of sun filled politics
The court of dishonour clutching lies to their chest
Ravashing ravens at their eyes for their corrupt
Disputing of neglegence like debatable ignorance
Slotting in stomping
pattering
The sun fades as moon emerges reflecting paths
As the system governs yet another countrys crash.
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Vs .Murdz.
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