It feels like the end of the world
Yet not science fiction or biblical revelation
Persona non grata in our own home location
Blamed for the virus, riots, history, and political unrest
How are WE the cause AND cure of this entire mess?
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It feels like the end of the world
Yet not science fiction or biblical revelation
Persona non grata in our own home location
Blamed for the virus, riots, history, and political unrest
How are WE the cause AND cure of this entire mess?
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jwins says: Say this! We are the scapegoats to all of their insanities... |
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mlowe5 says: The devil will never admit his own failure! And while we're not the cause, we will certainly be the curers of his ills. |
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Coalhouse says: Dope |
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