You hope a hero come for a sweep
And save the days as heroes do
But realities are grimer too
Reality is the we don't know
What will happen to the future sowed
Will the days just pass and we all disappear
Or something comes that makes all this clear
Ruled by pigs and self serving imbeciles
The future of the people is in peril
May the days that come be kind to us
Because there is no help coming from above
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