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    Ah yes!…but Capital, your high prices
    chip away!…upon this free society.
    Our God-given confidence falters rightly,
    walking the streets of our sobriety.

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    Ah yes!…but Capital, your high prices
    chip away!…upon this free society.
    Our God-given confidence falters rightly,
    walking the streets of our sobriety.

    You now, charge for commodities–like
    pride is a power-angle of freedom.
    The more wealth you seem to possess,
    the greater your capital kingdom.

    Pardon my impertenance, but look here;
    power claims a right to be valid.
    Prices align with a bold tactful system,
    to execute what the Jones’ did.

    If your demented design reflects an ego,
    your survival displays corruption.
    Since a free society is compelled to pay,
    prices push liberty beyond dimension.

    You claim a systematic law–to charge,
    for the cost-of-living is universal.
    Therefore, every poor American citizen
    must pray–for a costly reversal.

    The American dream–once set in stone;
    liberty is the hope that was sought.
    Freedom is not free, when lost in prices;
    going to-and-fro cannot be bought.

    Legally, you accuse!…citizen-compliants
    reflect peasants…with chips to glorify.
    And that people have lost the real dream,
    which money offers an angle to dignify.

    Unqualified, with a large degree of strut,
    citizens fail to realize this costly set.
    Your prices are designed by your genius,
    to wrap-up poverty in a bondage net.

    Lo and behold, if your ego claims validity,
    to corrupt the dreams of all mankind,
    Then, a lose of our liberty is also correct,
    to chip at power–of the legally blind.

    If systematic corruption claims to be valid,
    in building the tower of a wealthy ego,
    Then cold poverty of the masses must cite
    the American right–to come and go.
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    Cool eyes disturb the soul–with a calamity;
    Perception alters the face of honesty.
    Innocence is betrayed to wishful judgement;
    Clever has shifted to discontentment.

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    Cool eyes disturb the soul–with a calamity;
    Perception alters the face of honesty.
    Innocence is betrayed to wishful judgement;
    Clever has shifted to discontentment.

    A conditional look emerges from the eyes:
    Pure peaceful truth shows-up as lies.
    Persuasion hurls a mind–to endless denial;
    Earth becomes reduced, as a mis-trial.

    This tender manuever uses a voice-of-cool,
    To connect reality–as an eternal fool.
    God declares man a free agent unto himself;
    But, he expects it idly…and nothing else.

    A conflicting issue requires a valid defense,
    So the argument makes a little sense.
    Otherwise, there’s no wisdom in the scheme,
    For to cling to lies–is an eternal demean.

    Who would believe unreal is right–for real?
    Wrong possesses no satisfying appeal.
    Exposure to religion lifts the heart to flight,
    Even until darkness surrenders to light.

    No comfort dare continue with a falsehood,
    To reveal hope…as the future should.
    Where is glory…in living without a Creator;
    A lost cause–is merely an aggravator.

    If mortal man has no reason–but to dream,
    Hope!…is more weird than it seems.
    With supernatural senses of God’s creation,
    An agnostic flees his condemnation.
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