Mistaken

All of sudden
you’re forgiven
wondering the mercy
tactics are hidden,
oh my great
child of autumn
how come you’re
born mistaken.

Your indolent step
that audaciousness
is clinical hypnotism,
oh my great
child of autumn
you ain’t surviving
nasty fascism.

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