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Theorem The Truth Serum

(1979-present / San Leandro)

Life is Everything


Diplomacy has gone
with the wind
encased in bullets
and strapped on bombs
Life is worth nothing

Money is everything

Blood soaked money
in chests locked up
in vaults guarded by
expendable life

Money is everything

Rehabilitation has failed
addiction is my prediction
Social programs in decay
what do these presidential
candidates have to say

Money is everything

Life is everything
Without it we'd have
nothing to fight for
There would be nothing
we wouldn't've survived
the tests of time to
presently fail.
It is life that
we live with
Stop death
Diplomacy now

Life is not worthless
Money is not everything
Life is everything
Protect life first

Submitted: Friday, November 16, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011
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  • Aldo Kraas (11/16/2007 6:28:00 PM)

    well
    Politicians are ignoring us
    And they rather put our money in their own pockets
    I think politicians are the biggest loosers in the world (Report) Reply

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