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Governmental theory of MarxismYour only good on paper, you only succeed with control Working power maybe? But really? No. Place in life is sealed, chances long gone. Through command economy power, it only makes you cower Only government is it? Or a utopiatic theory? or both?
What wonderful form tromps the theoretically perfect? None for what other can compare, in history to Marxism. Marxism, Marxism perfect in thought,
but reality all you bring is distrought The aftermath present in a country or two Marxism Marxism where are you at? I can only wait for you to combat, The forever growing fear of the Governmental theory of Marxism
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What could it be, but Marxism

Wed May 13, 2009, 1:24 PM

Your only good on paper, you only succeed with control
Working power maybe? But really? No.
Place in life is sealed, chances long gone.
Through command economy power, it only makes you cower
Only government is it? Or a utopiatic theory? or both?
What wonderful form tromps the theoretically perfect?
None for what other can compare, in history to Marxism.
Marxism, Marxism perfect in thought,
but reality all you bring is distrought
The aftermath present in a country or two
Marxism Marxism where are you at?
I can only wait for you to combat,
The forever growing fear of the greatness you bring
Marxism Marxism you are my friend, it only makes me want to sing!

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