The
ship is sinking
The
rudder gets lost in the storm
The
sails are butchered by the wind
Floating
aimlessly shouting for aids
The
door opens walk in the PR man
He
wants to help to get the ship in shape
One
look at the damages he knows
His
words on the campaigns will not work
Still
he will lend his hand
Believing
to help will get his rewards
He
keeps his fear to himself
He
will give his support
The
prophecy will kick in
This
is the last lap of the party
Believe
it or not the reality stays
We
have seen history staying alive
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