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We labor for pleasure and abhor the guilt of pressure
This society will burn because
We wont unite
Fundamentalism of opinion
Catastrophic boredom, and a fanatical devotion to that which does not matter.
The face of the earth is scarred with the walking dead
The age of politics is a living virus
This is the future we have created
This is the world we burn
All your lies are coming true
Homeless people are citizens to they have a right
To everything that matters to them. Whats the point of celebrating if the government does not change its ways..
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