Where Are We?

We are four suits like a deck of cards

naw, scratch that we are just mirage

tampered with while elucidated under the cold fog

government leaves us with no support

accrediting villains proposing retorts

left better off as a corpse

 

there will never be another me

no transformation, just a natural born g

where are we?

 

 

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