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By: Wesivin012~ 

Winters past and spring has come, awaken and arise

A compost of manure is sown and spreading fertile lies.

The fields are plowed and ready, for broadcasting to the ground

It is the growing season, just take a look around

The furrows all neat and trimmed, are divided into lines

for branches strong and laden with fruit rustling on the vine.

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Then soon comes the harvest, and the reaper comes to town

And lo, these fertile fields become a battle ground

And heads shall roll like grapes cut down in their prime.

With rhetoric and logic the press it is always so applied

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Wake up children it’s not to late to turn this all around

Listen now and tell me, can you hear the sound?

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Slowly squeezed with each twist and turn, blood pours out like wine

A holocaust of which the likes we’ve never seen, is beginning to unwind

With open eyes perhaps you’ll see, what is going down

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It’s subtle schools of thought, planted in our ground

Carefully plotted strategies to keep us all in line

Do you see the wars begun to gain control, of the vineyards of our mind?

Wesivin012