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Disappearing Sidewalks

Take a walk on the street
On your lowly peasant feet
Walk 10 miles more
To find what's in store
When the houses get big and the sidewalks disappear
Veiled are castles built on blood and fear
I have no solutions, other than vengeance and death
Brainwashed to revere Macbeth
Forget forgiveness, easy as one breath
My wrought wrath grind their castles with gore
And build my castle with their blood bore
For peasants to walk one cycle more

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