6.Pride War
you trade our starving eyes
for a tar and feathered heart
a 25 cent execution
to hear your anthem praises
played on frequency decayed
a breath of frigid self-made winter
sing out and sing loud
we l sing as loud as you do
and hold on hold on
cause this is the end of the line
I not falling
of beautiful and sacred things
and your immaculate disguise
I trading it in
for my pride war emblem
as if I fall to pieces
in the wake of your design
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