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Our Bizarre, Twisted Existence


If I were Almighty,

A Universal Clockmaker,

A Divine Puppet Master,

Pulling the stings of the world behind the scenes,

I would twist the global economy

So that it would no longer rest

On the shoulders of the world’s underclass,

Who slave to create

Our dystopian society

That we,

Through no fault of our own,

Must participate in.

 

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