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Fingers tapping keyboards Producing letters, not sound No lyrics or music Just amusement Degradation, separation Behooving a movement by standing in line to go Around and around cul-de-sac concepts; a cyclic sign of decay Take a number but realize Nothing has order because it's organized that way Irony and hypocrisy are sewn into innate intelligence Closing the gaps between the rivalry of God and yourself There is no-one else Just you and everyone

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