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a country of potential
that’s full of kindest souls
of intermediate tension
and useless botched polls
of people with credentials
degrees and office jobs
too tired to pay attention
they all believe in god
they don't like interventions
in their private lives
they live in apprehension
and they pretend it's fine
it's all for their protection
the future’s clear and bright
their faces in reflections
are always terrified
when asked to show contention
they pull out their knives
they all have good intentions
they burn themselves alive