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Circle of Questions
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Can one man really save the world?
Has all this been done before?
Is it strange to find myself so bored
How long shall I wonder?
Are you satisified with your hypnotic trance?
If you can't swim, why take the chance?
If Master says so, will you dance?
What kind of spell are you under?
Do politicians ever bleed?
Do you even care?Can you even read?
What came first, the flower or the seed?
Here comes the answer:
Fuck the world, it can't be saved.
Not by a million soldiers brave.
Continue living life as a slave.
Someday you'll grow cancer
