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Oblivious to success, foraging filth to wallow. Slaves to the nectar that the selfish gluttons swallow. Self-professed philosophers, the prophylactic's defective, it should force the hand to cleanse, and cleanse, and cleanse, and cleanse.
A drone in the hive. A sheep in the flock.
Bred to imperfection, this human livestock.
A pawn on the board. A brick in the wall.
This pedigree of failure where one is all.
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