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This is the new America now
Amnesia-America, better, somehow
What cannot be fixed by a favor or bribe
Should be dead or forgotten, it must not survive
Those dreadful creatives
Those up-rising natives
They make us remember
They cause us such grief
My holy disease is the only relief
I looked into the Bible
Yes and so, I'm not liable
For guilt to apply
Those dreadful creatives
Have all got to die
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