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There is a creature. It has to feed. |
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It stops at nothing to fill its need. |
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The people live in gruesome squalor, |
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So that the creature may grow taller. |
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Those with nothing have to bleed, |
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To help the creature spread its seed. |
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They learn to dine on fecal matter, |
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So that the creature may grow fatter. |
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The creature tells of evil gnomes, |
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Coming to destroy our homes. |
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And trolls who come with gun and knife, |
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To threaten our way of life. |
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The creature has enslaved our town, |
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But no one thinks to bring it down. |
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Provided with so much distraction, |
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The people can't be moved to action. |
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And when the people are all dead, |
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Still the creature needs its bread. |
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When we've been sucked completely dry, |
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The creature needs its food supply |
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(a parasite cannot survive unless its host remains alive.) |
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It has amassed such awesome wealth, |
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Maybe it can eat itself. |