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Such angry hunger pains how the world quivers and shakes, while men and women fresh from their work, whisper the toll it takes; as clay forms lay listening glistening, and salted in their beds. However, not an alarm is raised not a single head turns we are safe, comes the lie we are secure, comes the swallowed pill. As we close our eyes and prepare for borrowed sleep I think with great dismay: oh, what a difference, does indifference make for us sheep.
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 11:10 PM UTC
Wake me at world's end
Such angry hunger pains how the world quivers and shakes, while men and women fresh from their work, whisper the toll it takes; as clay forms lay listening glistening, and salted in their beds. However, not an alarm is raised not a single head turns we are safe, comes the lie we are secure, comes the swallowed pill. As we close our eyes and prepare for borrowed sleep I think with great dismay: oh, what a difference, does indifference make for us sheep.
andrew-layman
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 11:10 PM UTC
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