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The General Slayer


The general slayer.
Don't buy the protocol, don't buy the sleaze.
The broken mend.
And they are made stronger from pain.

Then justice is served.
Karma is nothing more than inevitability.
Cold and unapologetic.
Strut and swerve through the in crowd.

Support each other.
Common grounds, get on the road.
Find a way through.
The pity of others is a shock to the soul.

We are forward.
Toward the signs of the times and love.
All is past.
It only existed and now is forgiven.

Silence is not brave.
Amplify it up to rock out the house.
Make the smoke count.
It will smooth the mind with calm.

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