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Chapter X:We're The 99 Percent

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TheWandererNears

Published: Oct 27, 2011

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Betrayed!
By the rich
Betrayed!
By the greedy
Betrayed!
By the high

Destroyed~!
Damaged~!
Complicate~!

Afraid!
Of the backlash
Persuade!
Us to silence
Paid!
In full

You've broken us and are on the run!
As sure as the rising sun!
Look what you've done to everyone!
Just wait till you're under the gun!

Eliminate!
Them all
Concentrate!
On them all
Illustrate!
That we won't settle for less

Debate~!
Investigate~!
Evaluate~!

Betrayed!
By them all
Betrayed!
By the blamed
Betrayed
The 1 percent

(Your view rests on our broken homes
Our broken dreams
Our broken hearts)
This pain remains, it always remains!
(This weight we can't carry any longer
The weight of our sorrow
The weight of our pain)

Just wait!
I'll carry you to your grave
My faith!
In you has all been abandoned
Betrayed!
Is my flesh and soul
Awakened!
Time to reap what you've sown!

You've broken us and are on the run!
As sure as the rising sun!
Look what you've done to everyone!
Just wait till you're under the gun!

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