The decadence of taxes
Is a rainbow of ten-thousand
Bridging Space & Time
In a glowing span of spectacle
One color fades into the next
Until each fly a million miles
But only upon occasion
While the serpent rides the winds of war
To break such promises of peace
Spreading claws to rake the young and the virgin
The spoils of war?
Useless until the fires burn out
And the woald turns green again
All that was built
All that was grown
All that was proven
Rubble- but in the hearts of Men
It may damn well be the taxes of humanity
To watch people suffer and/or die
Let us keep hope and thrive
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