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A satellite is watching its ants, Broadcasting the pixelated sins of your fathers, Just      like          snow Go on sew, Sew your seams little one, All this humanism is bound to bust when you all find yourselves- Eating cotton Turn on the television, I am naked, I need to hide, Turn off the lights, I need darkness, To abide, And Babylon is seeping through the screens, Demean us all, Demean us all, As long as I can be seen, Demean me please, Ease the curse of this vulnerability, How do I survive on this tilted planet? What's the use of living, If I'm not alive? Was man meant for this? All these cages, My job my house my car my body, Is anybody conscience of this missing bliss of life? Who can see, All     the         nakedness                        like                          me The world washes over our bodies The world washes over our bodies The world washes over our bodies
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
The Dystopian Part Nullus: Fear
A satellite is watching its ants, Broadcasting the pixelated sins of your fathers, Just      like          snow Go on sew, Sew your seams little one, All this humanism is bound to bust when you all find yourselves- Eating cotton Turn on the television, I am naked, I need to hide, Turn off the lights, I need darkness, To abide, And Babylon is seeping through the screens, Demean us all, Demean us all, As long as I can be seen, Demean me please, Ease the curse of this vulnerability, How do I survive on this tilted planet? What's the use of living, If I'm not alive? Was man meant for this? All these cages, My job my house my car my body, Is anybody conscience of this missing bliss of life? Who can see, All     the         nakedness                        like                          me The world washes over our bodies The world washes over our bodies The world washes over our bodies
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
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