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A Spot in the Shade
02:07
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Inside the wire it’s fear that drives the policy’s point.
Our spot in the shade is to the exclusion of towel-heads, slopes, sub-humans - the colonial dream. When breached it’s the standard reaction, your face is screwed up like a cat’s arse on display.
Too close to ignore.
Yet can’t tolerate.
Maybe just to use.
Who blends we’ll determine, gifts from the throne. There can be no incursion, no opportunity to walk the same terrain.
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Leech
02:53
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They say the lady won’t be turned. Trying life lessons, they all must learn.
Not enterprising, without thirst. All that they receive is all they deserve.
It’s just enough so they return with the vitality to contribute. Perhaps the best resource on Earth – an expanding underclass, yields greater growth.
Stimulated/incurring. Do we dare concede control? They suit the humble routine roles.
The leach receives all that it’s worth. Push to deregulate the hours worked. It’s been agreed by two or three apex predators. Consulting? There’s no need. We’ve heard it all it’s enough.
Strive to reach the unobtainable. So enter me in the first class bidding war. Hide from me. Rebranding old designs inspires me to climb the mountain top. I’ll stay forever grateful.
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Something More
02:36
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You’re holding on, the iron’s vertical yet self-imposed. On the exterior it’s hard to see a frown. Oddly enough I find it quite convenient. On this padded floor is where I’ll lay down tonight and then contribute to the decay. It’s safe to assume I’m stimulated in other ways.
Why reside behind the line? Said an old friend.
Youth provides the right advice. Why would I listen?
So light it up, before you let it go again. This time burn it slow, it’ll make no difference. Because I feel right at home in any enclosure.
Waiting for rebirth, just waiting for the end. And yet neither will be long. Next time I’ll bend.
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Dead Bureaucrats
01:18
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Still I find congested truth. It’s all red lights as far as I can see, when all I want is to be helpful and pull you up to leap over me.
Dead bureaucrats/deregulation paves the golden path to our prosperity. My next big break this financial year provides unique opportunities to leap over me.
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John Bull’s Lebensraum
03:38
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Now they’re back so what did they find?
A presence but the connection can be denied. These claims we make will form the truth.
Convincing others might be awkward but it’s something we can try.
And if it bleeds, we are home tonight. The emblem flies high above the beach. Like times before we’ll initiate the end of this, this culture can’t be left to grow. We’ll introduce the heaven we know.
A good place for a prison ground. Did the budget or the distance phase the crown, well Jersey’s right there after all.
It seems intentions were much broader, realised under southern skies.
Our last chance along Capricorn, it’s a unique opportunity - the final large piece of real estate. The endless bliss and perfection we have at home is to be unleashed and exported around the globe. Because missing out on this would be unfortunate.
Did one in Portsmouth stand opposed? Did anybody seek withdrawal? Anyone at all?
No concern with by-products. Murder and torture are all just part of it. Our growing home cannot stall its boundaries are unknown.
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