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Saturday, December 20, 2008

Sleepwalking Through the Days of Cotton

You were attached to time
But as little more than an illusion
You feel pain with folktales and religion
That you do not know
For the Sweet, Long-Ago
Is most often described
In really beautiful optimism
To correlate the Nation's

The reality should be arrested
It's a story you may not remember
There's villains more of a problem than you know
And corruption spread
Through the police and government
So throughly with growing mechanism
You could be shocked
The product of the preindustrial era was
The risk of death

Sleep walking through the days of cotton
Is dangerous work.
It's a story
That's not ever
Going to stop.

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