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why do we not hate our self more
a nudge of a beaker taken out of the fridge
its a big red button
we call it switch
Styles with a twit
ch
here before and still to follow
my train - of-thinks
all us trying to be someone else
i'm just trying not to be me
join the chorus
Putin has
only got one
bawl and cry
for your imaginary
friend
grab your money tight
it will burn quicker
in the suns might
every billion
could be split
a million ways
children dying everywhere
anywhere is too close
Politicians dancing while its people die
some starting fights
with their brothers
and don't get me started
my arm still hurts from disinfectant shot
Aliens are checking to see if we have died yet
Anywhys i waz talking about apathy
so i think i will suddenly sto
i dnot car
e about wher e I pu tmy le--------ers
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or your humanity
i'm just trying to get away
The Apocalypse is done
just stand outside
in the forever
nearing sun

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