* escape plan *
Find my swords under the bridge
Keys for car are on the fridge
We are getting out today
Nothing better stand in the way
Had enough of the hypocrites
Puffed up cane toad shits
On their soapboxes inciting division
Believing bullshit they have been given
Think they are king of truth
Pity their facts aren't argument proof
Yet still the innocent are hurting
Mad dog words fermenting
Hate bigotry and anger
Emotions which dangerously linger
After their lying ceases
Embers of hate have longer leases
So get the swords and fuel the car
To get to promised land got to travel far.
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