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We can lyric our loss
and autotune the destruction
to that kick drum of our fearless
Leader’s rave

A royal wave of dismissal
his propensity in leading
the applause of our own
demise

and apropos of his
self cheerleading
the bleeding flows
down with an escalating
viscosity into an infinity
pool of viciousness

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