Going Out
By midnights voice
I think I'm going out of my mind
Unlock the door , unbolt the gate
What's the matter ?
Why the wait ?
Don't you see the winds of change
When lies become the twisted truth
It's not to late to act
Civilized in a facist state
Let's burn the books
It purifies the air
There's no global warming
Feel the fear chill in the air
Cut out the cancer before it's too late
Long before it mastigates (see urban dictionary)
So I beseech as before
Won't you please unlock the door
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Copyright 2017 midnights voice
Published on Thursday, August 17, 2017.
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