Cloudy audio apparitions
stalking daylight moments
Advocates of the sanity in vanity,
the depravity in anarchy.
electro choirs singing
the dismembered are chattering
their inuendos and blabberings
meaning little to nothing,
other than, to those listening
the stagnation of a nation
the flagellation of Freedom.
For her sins are too grave,
and too immoral.
Her smile is too sarcastic,
and all too real.
She knows all - omnipotence before the ignorance
of a fallen fifty stars.

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