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A disclaimed parliament on the shores of a forced ideology; a thank you, a compliment, assisting arrangements to fortify a simple compromise supplied with makeshift apartments, cardboard cadavers and landmines. With a fist to the jaw of a thinking society; planes are flying overhead in orange skies, screaming vengeances rage. This loneliness heartbeats confession defeated natural selection. The shouts for liberty could not be, so they elected to scream, “Give us your bombs and take our baskets or count the costs and count the caskets”. Dissidents were deployed without jurisdictional evidence for participation of insubstantial terror. Pulled from penniless homes, they are unwillingly shipped by a coterie of cushioned think-tanks, but resistance laid in their pens and their principles. Planes are flying overhead in orange skies, screaming vengeances’ rages. This loneliness heartbeats confession defeated natural selection. The shouts of liberty could not be, so they elected to scream, “Give us your bombs and take our baskets or count the costs and count the loss”. The stone-faced sphinxes cast an eye to the casualties, but somewhere a bell tolls and the quarters still echo with those unintelligible and frightening rhythmic cries. Mid-town café victims are sprawled out on the blood-stained sidewalks, a mother mourns her dead son and is convinced he’s done no harm. It’s impossible to know who are the victims and who are the murderers when they’re both lying face down? In the debris of collateral damage, speculation stirs amongst the crowd. So they prayed as freedom would be no blissful anarchist paradise, just a freedom from this leviathan. So they started a war and through the toil and through the labor, they saw before their eyes: independence. And their war-torn flag has flown high since ‘62.

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from Saturday Evening Underground, released February 27, 2010

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