And the beat goes on.
Everyday I see this country flying. Flying on a box heading for the earth. Getting a little faster with every minute.
Soon there will be flames, a hole in the ground, and a lot of casualties.
Everyday I see this country crumbling. I hear it in the media. "Just in, America is going in a fast rate to becoming a 4th world country. We will be free from their whip! BBC News"(By the way that was fiction just stated, so don't worry). That's it, I'm moving to Canada.
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