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The Media


Mindless Dribble

All of it, from the corporations people nibble

The quality of music, the sound and the look of art

all crumbles when corporations decide where to start

And what are we left with?

Individualism is gone

We are all susceptible to the opinions of the masses 

There is no longer any acceptible difference in thought

only the banning and shunning of others

It is not the people arguing with you that is your enemy

it is the people telling you that their argument should not be heard, should be censored

 

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