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Pretti

Soundings apprehensive Victory to the bone A place for end and seek The multitudes, and anger more Risen in predicate for death Asunder, and gone- to the ends of the Earth for freedom Fortune in escape The lucky men go reading And have this night to thank- for the cold, cold eligible For ranks to quash And citizens of day in trove Understanding what were, and what supposed- of a splinter of the weary Six times the death Making way for the enemy Trump astounds the autocratic Pilfering mercy from the good Stealing ahead of time Just to get by While the page turns Lantern’s regret- a specious home and making way Each pretence of someone’s diary In accordance with the election And the royal retoryate Finds no chance to blame A mole for the CIA- Waking loss for the Superwhites Opposing local surety Poring lands of wicked might And mercy on this man returned to him In a cannon of the underproposed- Seeking cue at ransom And defying the darkest death- Gavel and repent A stick of understanding To the gracious few Standing shard of the pretensk That Man is made for beating In all systems clear So be to nothing A victim leads the eon And the President- is sunk.