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Ripples of Detriment
Ripples of Detriment
I will not mourn your passing, or for that, rejoice your death
As you embark upon the journey that begins with your last breath
Perhaps you thought it proper and in sound mind made your choices
Utilitarian motives maybe? Deafend you, to the sound of poorer voices?
The miners, plebs and working class who became collateral damage
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Saturday 13th April 2013 2:28 am
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