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Is this pure reality? |
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Could we be led to believe? |
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Lemmings up against a sea |
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Drowning in speculation |
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Even told when waters older |
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More polluted never |
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Drink the murky media |
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To plumb the depth of time |
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What of human frailty |
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Visualize with clarity |
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Past the sanitation |
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To childish flesh and bone |
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Bleaching sticks and stoner ribs |
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Pukes up gallows laughter |
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Stage the mighty media |
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Blessing this sanitation |
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What is this supposed to hold? |
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Freedoms crush disparaged souls |
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Despot dug in yellow cake |
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And failed to certify it |
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Crippled son to pass it on |
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A hatred fed on hatred |
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Born deify defensive form |
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As if to never see that |
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What is real canned |
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I feelLess important than today |
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Anyway is it worth the slaughter? |
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Sit and feel absolutely zero suffering |
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A condition worth denying |
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Pasted carcass killing fields |
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Body parts off dolls that bleed |
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Who was once committed for |
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Pulling wings off flying things |
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Feeling bold to knot put over |
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Twisted ever after |
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Hissing faded left alone |
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To replicate the lie |
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What is real, asks the dream |
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Some dim shift a rift within |
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Funniest seems a distant damp ring |
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Fitting end destitution ego death within |
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A condition dear dementia |
