I’m the good one. I’m the nice one. I’m the one you trust. I’m the good one. I’m the nice one. Follow me you must. You be sure to pay attention Together we shall rise. As an only we are lonely, We must organize Pay attention to their actions. Write the stories,tell the tale. We will build it back together, regrouping when they fail. Then we’ll sit down in the rubble of the world that we have left And we’ll start the long recovery from the grand amazing theft. Greed is where the problem started Laws were made to set in stone a new system they called “freedom” then they sold it for a song. Truth and honor do not matter where the mighty dollar rules. See the smiles on all their faces; They don't know that they are fools. I am not a fortune teller, but I know how this thing ends. There is a new order coming. We have work to do, my friends. EB Smith
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