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The Infinate Rerun
Expect everything to be a rerun.
Never new as if born into syndication.
Watching the characters create
Fabricated paths for us day to day,
Never questioning,
No longer docile, weighed down.
This is out pain and we love it.
We follow a leader full of it.
Saluting the leeches of law
For stripping us naked.
Revealing out limp dicks,
Our flabby pussies, the beer
Bellies and wrinkled tits.
Crude lies deserve crude
Truths I say.
This is out legacy and
The pendulums of time
Will only reveal more of the same.
We love our pain.
Without it the wrath of
Contentment might spread
Like a pestilence over the nation.
No longer will our breaths
Be calculated.
Our movements will be
Lacking motivation of the
Independent kind.
But such freedom will fail us
For we fear the key that will
Unlock our prisons.
We've become institutionalized.
Living within the invisible walls
For to long.
Fear brings pain and the cycle
Continues.
So I say we love our pain.
A perfected marriage,
A war that never will begin.
