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Triumph Of Liberty
The new electric resurrect
is pulling at the strings
knitting naughty crochery
biting little bloody bits
from the doily
from the doily
The chants of monks, of brothers, sisters
cry death to Goldstein yet again
let's file the past away
in an age of pure democracy
in an age of joyous liberty
But Goldstein doesn't care
Was he ever there?
Egality
lies worried on floor,
and so he should be,
poisoned by the radiation
targetted for termination
by the loudest crowd
by the holy orders of the cloud
The post-oligarchical-collectivism world
cries death to others
death to all unwelcome reasons
it's an age of mass opinion
and opinion is now truth
So do not dare
consider liberty unfair
Egality
lies worried on floor,
and so he should be,
poisoned by the radiation
targetted for termination
by the loudest crowd
by the holy orders of the cloud
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