PowerA flower is blowing in the wind
as you face a sin,
the destruction of all your kin,
and even though you know that you can't win,
you just keep on continuin'.
You are forever drinking that nasty gin,
always wearing that greedy grin,
trying to forget the past,
and always trying to not be last.
But in the end,
it doesn't even matter
how well you bend,
'cause each day you take a step up that ladder,
you harm something that won't mend.
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