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Struggling not to fall
Break down in society
What that ever means
Doubts are undesirable
In an own world
Controlled by the madness
Of money and power
People in there are yet
Addicted to the taste
Of what they call
Is so important

Already the Upper Class
Isn’t the intellectual elite anymore
More or less
Created characters covered with make-up
A facade I would be honoured to pull down
In front of the ones
Our state should be led by
The real intellectual elite
Had to stand behind the strange shape
Called society
An own world
Made out of money and undeserved power

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