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Fuck the Earth
Sigma excel, think that they know?
Beady eyes, the living idiots
Stay in place, the knives will hit
Just above, keep your expression
Smug with all the glory of one
Who doesn't know.
Clensure!
They can come back another, on the fence
Born wayward now showing curiosity
Beat their frames like they did in the
Different sense.
The fire burns in each of us
And you extinguished this one
Took away childhood, the sense
Of wonder fades in the grimace
Immediately debase all love
Spray the hose, break the spirit
Anytime in your time is a terrible
Time to be alive.
A complex destination ends in
Resurrection as it is written on
The faces of those who discrepate
Wounding those they create.
