is this pure reality
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could we be led to believe
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lemmings up against a sea
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drowning in speculation
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even told when waters older
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more polluted never
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drink the murky media
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to plumb the depth of time
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what of human frailty
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visualize with clarity
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past the sanitation
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to childish flesh and bone
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bleaching sticks and stoner ribs
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pukes up gallows laughter
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stage the mighty media
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blessing this sanitation
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what is this supposed to hold
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freedoms crush disparaged souls
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despot dug in yellowcake
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and failed to certify it
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crippled son to pass it on
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a hatred fed on hatred
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born deify defensive form
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as if to never see that
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what is real canned I feel
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less important than today anyway is it worth the slaughter?
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Sit and feel absolutely zero suffering
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a condition worth denying
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pasted carcass killing fields
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body parts off dolls that bleed
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who was once committed for
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pulling wings off flying things
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feeling bold to knot put over
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twisted ever after
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hissing faded left alone
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to replicate the lie
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what is real
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asks the dream
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some dim shift a rift within
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funniest seems a distant damp ring
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fitting end destitution ego death within
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a condition dear dementia
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Past Present
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| Skinny Puppy |
