the senses overloaded
our times are exploded
my mind is imploded
your visions of politics --
duly noted
decrease my ascension
yet another intention
the times of prevention
they're over, another menschen
the junction, no function
panties all un-bunchin'
my senses, such irk
though I know you're a jerk
call me visionary
mouths all therey
all touches are rough
so tough you're almost scary
give us the wheel
no need to feel
tell me you're meek
but all I see is weak-ness
over and done
but I finally think
this war may be won
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