The Unfairness Of Angels
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Collectives of the sphere
Of utter nonsense
That's the world we're living in now
A tumbling stone approaching a row of domino's
All leading to the end game
Simple aspects of life forgotten
The pure untouched truths
All buried under fictional books
About my God, your God. etc-etc
Pathetic subtitles underneath the earths core
No substance, no maturity, no focus,
Just wires wrapped around a technical mess
Too late now to turn back
Another lap of the monopoly board to go
Sadly no one plays that anymore
Point made, extinction processed...
Of utter nonsense
That's the world we're living in now
A tumbling stone approaching a row of domino's
All leading to the end game
Simple aspects of life forgotten
The pure untouched truths
All buried under fictional books
About my God, your God. etc-etc
Pathetic subtitles underneath the earths core
No substance, no maturity, no focus,
Just wires wrapped around a technical mess
Too late now to turn back
Another lap of the monopoly board to go
Sadly no one plays that anymore
Point made, extinction processed...
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