Hard may be impossible
to get around the prejudice
of what we want to believe
that there's freedom, there's justice
I'm one of the fortunate
one of the few
more than I've earned or deserve
but can't feel like that's true
I keep making the story up
make life make sense
and I guess if I didn't
Still a thousand years hence
world will be here, I won't
likely none will remember
me or my revelations
some weeks shy of September
what
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