He that lives in hope, dances to all ill tune
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for wantonness knows no law
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and corporations have neither bodies to be punished
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nor souls to be damned
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the road to oblivion is paved with good intentions
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and work incentives
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In the world of the blind
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the one eyed man makes corporations
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corporations leaving sickness
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which can't be cured which must be endured
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One funeral brings many in civilised society
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a society soon ripe, soon rotten
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A guilty conscience needs no accuser
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but silence is mistaken for consent and to erris human
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drive out nature with a pitchfork and she'll neither come back
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nor breathe for us again
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the road of oblivion is paved with good intentions
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and momentary lapses of reason
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Soon Ripe, Soon Rotten
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| Creepmime |
