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The agora (; Ancient Greek: ἀγορά agorá) was a central public space in ancient Greek city-states. It is the best representation of a city-state's response to accommodate the social and political order of the polis. The literal meaning of the word "agora" is "gathering place" or "assembly". The agora was the center of the athletic, artistic, business, social, spiritual and political life in the city. The Ancient Agora of Athens is the best-known example. more »

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What do I say when in the end my every effort is a waste
Just keeps it burning and reverting the state to what we were when every worker's a slave
No persons are paid, just tortured and slain by right wingers
It's not morbid or vain to force disorder on the order on the order they claim
I fight evil channeling all the pain from my great nation that's alive

Patriotism at a high
Gunfire fear of dying
Blood and tears upon our eyes
But it don't obscure what all is mine
Living wage and silent nights
Free to bang who all I like
We're only running out of time to light those bigots on fire

I don't pay a mind to the gunsmoke
Long as in time I can thrive in a land without divine laws
There alongside high punishment for small qualms
If there is a god bet he's watching in quiet awe
As their people make gay jail, poor jail, pagan jail,
Synagogue, mosque jail, and for all the other colors of the world not white or in white cloth
My god more enlightened to lives lost penned as bygones by the victors of a quiet war
Little white lies ripple and define laws
No real fears
Living with insight from a bunch of bigots who hate kids not in our walls
Not sensible to keep the ember forming
But it's better not to get the bigots sworn in
Say the liberals just need a trigger warning
But conservatives here need a - warning

My great nation is alive
Patriotism at a high
Gunfire fear of dying
Blood and tears upon our eyes
But it don't obscure what all is mine
Living wage and silent nights
Free to bang who all I like
We're only running out of time to light those bigots on fire

Hop out the mu'fuckin' Bentley
Pockets are full spirit empty
Don't bother to watch on the enemy
I bet they'll give in and beg for forgiveness
I bet they'll flip on their morals see sense in we
Money, power, inherited legacy
We're entitled; Deserve everything
Got a right to deride and indulge in greed
Man down
Choppa hit his liver in the midst of a prowl
Semi automatic in a hospital gown
Red and blue blood in the mud and the flowers
Metal rain for hours, many men down
F*ck the mothers crying for their child in the ground
They gon' buy a rifle to heighten my output
Stocks boom high and I smile, money proud
Ain't no time to be doubting this shit
War is a big business and I'm counting a big billion
No one scouting on me with my ten figures
In the mountainside nicht village in sight but some sounds are quite near
I'm ducking, the windows tinted
Ain't no suffering the metal pellets or an ounce of a fear
I'm hearing their footsteps, rattling bookbags
Then my front door slams

What do I say when in the end my every effort is a waste
Just keeps it burning and reverting the state to what we were when every worker's a slave
No persons are paid, just tortured and slain by right wingers
It's not morbid or vain to force disorder on the order on the order they claim
I fight evil channeling all the pain from my great nation that's alive

Patriotism at a high
Gunfire fear of dying
Blood and tears upon our eyes
But it don't obscure what all is mine
Living wage and silent nights
Free to bang who all I like
We're only running out of time to light those bigots on fire

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