For so long as the NRA controls Congress With its pumping poison mutant lifeblood Corrupting souls, buying silence, Innocents will continue to die From high-powered weapons of war As lone wolves sing their rancid noteless songs: A witch’s brew of shrill staccato tempo That our numbed eyes don’t hear anymore and that tastes forgotten anyway.
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