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Neet
I am an imperial thing,
A sentinel in swing above all the happening leaps
In the midst of a tragedy,
I am me and nothing besides me
In thirds and in pairs we're all irrelevant
In quotations we're mistranslated
Above all others we're simply denied
At fault and proven wrong
We're stuck in the middle for years to come
Identified by spotlight on your front lawn
Shot at and saved by those who do us wrong
Teenaged losers ripe for the reaping
Spoiled or deranged by fear and the longing
We'll always be at fault
As long as we're told to speak our minds.
