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[opentoejones]

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[sae_say]

when the storm remaims distant
we are heroes of complacency
puffed chest and swillen pride
we hate ourselves in ways
only the deepest love could recognize

when the storm remains distant
there is no such thing as us
there is only dollar and dynamite
gunpowder and fiery god
the churches are filled with women and children
the men pray only in case of emergency
we worship foreign truth
and only death will stamp our passport

in so many ways, i do

[aspectratio]

lookin' sharp mang.