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-<p class="cke-footer">The body bags and little rags of children torn in two,
-And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you
-As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song
-To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
+<p class="cke-footer"> To Wise Man's Son and Wednesday's Child all is white that is not black
+ They dance in symbiotic deadlock; one step forward two steps back
+ Playing karmic snakes and ladders (All your sins will find you out)
+ When all your gains are lost in vain on cosmic wings and roundabouts
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January 21, 2013</p>