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De-virginized book covers rack the wall,
My head a wonderland of eden, Do it to the least, and you have done it to me, but apparently there was no truth there, subtle leftist, poetry peace bullshit least thats what I was told, one man cannot change the world, lest he be a god-man, or so ive heard, "The world will never change", the words came with a faucet like flow, each drop a pin needle upon a naked body, shivering and protecting its vulnerability, sensitivity, The fuck should I care? justa idealistic peace-lovin jerk-off was me, The world embraces napalm, flesh burns at an off-tangent, rhythmless beat, While heartbeats stop by pulse of a machine gunners rant to save the world, a-ca(stop) chink(stop)chink(stop)chink(stop), Just like that, hearts stop on autopilot, The world doesn't matter much to a sane born psycho, dreaming of the new Sears catalogue, world's to far away to be bothered with, The fuck should I care? (stop)
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