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No nationality, no ethncity, loyalty only to currency
When they spoke of the antichrist they did not know this personhood
Are borders just illusions as the resources and people are exploited?
So move on to the tune of opportunity?
No more presidents, no more governments, one world currency,
one world llc
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Tacenda
01:36
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we used to get by with scraped knees before gray turned to white. i propose a toast to you and yours standing on familiar platforms.
missing trains i've missed one thousand times. admitting defeat
without saying a word. with glasses raised it's too late. so we try
again.
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Academic Flexing
01:15
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There is value in our every day experience that far exceeds
expensive condescension. While they theorize in comfort
study the words of the text that's assigned that offer no practical
application. Dying to prove how fast they outgrow their own ideals
while the rest of us take comfort in the substance of the real world.
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Through The Mill
01:12
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running every red light, kicking down unlocked doors. i want to unsay
it all, and walk away with everything that i let go. return from the
ether.
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please let me go. sitting on this bed i can see my breath. the cold
closed in. my resolve is weak and i gave in. all I hear is a hum in
the distance.
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God To the Flatlanders
00:45
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The space we take up has more than this.
We can't fathom the units involved
What if your "god" is an equation you haven't worked out?
Just math waiting for us to unfold a tessaract, a space time match,
the unseen facts.
This god is just an unsolved equation, this faith is to an apparition
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she took a stand
for a future
and suffered more than ever
her crime was only
a dream where
there were no limitations
astounded at fixtures that aim to maintain this cycle
the threat that she posed was one of suggesting freedoms
her crime was only
a dream, a thought
of a future
seeds have been planted
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Home For the Holidays
02:13
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These days we're like strangers with no context or history.
If we met on the street we wouldn't think twice about our lives.
So let's raise a glass to the duties of obligation that we never asked for
nor do we want.
And they say "what is a man without a family?"
Would you tell me one thing about these ties that bind when they can't even hold a fraction of their weight.
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Sons of a Silent Age
06:48
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