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Unless I say something with conviction, Better not speak a single word. Having an opinion is an affliction, Best that I went unheard. The contentious masses choke on opinions. Coughing, suffocating and spitting. Each side disseminates their dominions. Every "fact"-spewer unremitting. Every one of them a man of straw, Ablaze with righteous zeal. So many blind to their own flaws, Proclaim the same old spiel. There's no room for fence-sitters, no gray area or neutrality. Dead men are the only quitters, of this black and white morality. Step up and say your piece, And someone will find reason to **** you. Otherwise, rest in peace, Because you can't escape their petty feud.
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Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
Belligerents
Unless I say something with conviction, Better not speak a single word. Having an opinion is an affliction, Best that I went unheard. The contentious masses choke on opinions. Coughing, suffocating and spitting. Each side disseminates their dominions. Every "fact"-spewer unremitting. Every one of them a man of straw, Ablaze with righteous zeal. So many blind to their own flaws, Proclaim the same old spiel. There's no room for fence-sitters, no gray area or neutrality. Dead men are the only quitters, of this black and white morality. Step up and say your piece, And someone will find reason to **** you. Otherwise, rest in peace, Because you can't escape their petty feud.
NTR
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Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
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