communism roams these darkened halls
Friday, September 09, 2005
a call to action came down from the hill
the commander knew defeat
would never taste so bitter.

hope was an empty wooden box.

slot at the top,
waiting to be filled
ballot bodies of young flesh
sold on an ideal...

...it was the only thing they could afford to believe.

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