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-<p class="cke-footer">The hubbub of the waking life might close a door
-which in the dreamy Subliminal might remain ajar...
+<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.
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<p class="cke-timestamp">Last Modified:
March 13, 2008</p>