Scrapping with the best of best of
mandible sharpened lawyers
who discovered too late that they've sealed their fate
I play host to the dissolution from coast to coast
This American land will soon be haunted by a United States ghost
people will blink twice in the bright, hot of truth's light
look for an army to enforce their way back to the night
But by me or by you they shall not pass, We drag them kicking and screaming
through green summer grass
The future is beckoning with the end of an empire
I stand happily, here in this day
(work in progress)
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