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Saturday, February 5, 2011

No truth

Sleeping giants
greatness sleeps
all the bad
has it down for keeps
rock and roll
has slowly died
and the highest dream
is teary eyed
the plans for sacred
holy word
mislead the bunch
to no truth heard
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