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IV
02:51
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2. |
Swine
08:37
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Dragged through the dirt
Like pigs to slaughter
All for a story
No thought to fallout
Or will to resist
An unending cycle of hearsay
Regurgitating disinformation
And what has been achieved?
The crushing of a family's life
Suited to the motive
Boundless intrusion of privacy
How long must this last?
Covered in dirt
Perpetual motion, ceaseless
Fickle to suit the trend
No news, just a gossip column
Behold your font of ignorance
Contrive to paint a shocking picture
Of those trodden underfoot
No principle remaining
Nor an end in sight
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Axiom
04:03
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A new day, once again
Staring into the lifeless lens
A formal face
Speaks the blights of the world
The sirens start wailing
Fear leads and it sells
Their lights flicker brightly
Scrambling for another morsel
The road ahead closing
Watch as the vultures circle
Armed men soon imposing
Ready to strike, as privacy dies
A new life of cajoling
And their words for controlling
Watch as the vultures circle
Ready to strike, as privacy dies
Take your tips from the hype men
Parsing truth from artful script
Money dictates every sentence
Nourish our craving for idle gossip
Through the web words spread like a plague
Sprawling mess to decipher
The lights and sirens
Signalling this road’s closure
In a world that we’re learning
Mankind’s hope bares little fruit
The facts are depressing
The calling is dying
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For all the love in the world
There is not enough to go around
Our better nature heralded
Yet too often left wanting
Favour to the fight
Us versus them
So many with an agenda
And a will to be heard
Construct your narratives
Around the edges of truth
And tempt us with wilful outrage
An existence in absolutes
Without shades of grey
No sense of nuance
Detached from the world as it is
Prepare your stance on the moral high ground
For it is slippery land to claim
As one reaches the pinnacle
Many lie ready to depose
A cliche with no end
Supping from the same trough
A grossly incandescent shrine to mendacity
That you swell with pride
Assured of your solutions
Ignore that there is no hope of instinctual change
No hope, no change
The death of news lies before us
All artifice
Shallow and phoney
Guilty of what you preach against
Merely an opposition gospel
NO HOPE.
NO CHANGE.
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V
02:45
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