Your breath your final friend
As you awaken to the debacle
That has befallen the country
Let the wrecking ball come in
Let destruction have its day
The oceans wash away entire states
The ruin of our cities be
Their vindictive victory
Let them hollow out the last
Remaining pockets of knowledge
Let them persecute the innocent
And laud the guilty
Let them fat man dance
On everything you hold dear
You have your breath
And the words it spawns
You have thisNovember 2016
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