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NEO-MUNX is conceived, imagined and written by Mark D. Hoskins.  This story is the direct result of a vivid dream I had during the summer of 2001 and has grown from there.

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Dust to Dust 
 
 
I've seen it all happen too many times,
I've felt their sword in my face
If you pull out the cards and a little wine
it may already be too late
The propaganda's flowing pumping blood into their veins
Stopping that's not easy business
we're dealing with a war machine
 
I don't want to point my finger anymore,
I don't want to hunt you down
If you gaze upon the eastern shore
there's two hundred million more around
My net is not that lengthy, my snare is not that wide
My words are not that powerful unless I make them up inside
 
But I'm only one in billions to stand up to what I trust
I should think that I am lucky to be one with little lust
If I do it for my country then my doings are a must
And I take an eye and give an eye - it is dust to dust
 
Now I'm cramping up in my little hole all because of something I said
There's nothing more cruel than being alone
with these leaves above my head
Now I know they're out there somewhere
because I can smell their stinking breath
And if I step on a twig or singe a hair I'll be even closer to death
 
An eye for a eye a tooth for a tooth
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Vote for me and I'll set you free
In a circle of false democracy


 
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