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The Master

When you small, no respect at all. The older you get, you become useless. There was a time when the old were wise, And the kids they played. Now we're pre-programmed what to say, Listed what we can be. Eat what they give us, Even if it's off the plastic tree. And the masterplan has thoroughly worked. More than they would have supposed. Encourage everyone to work as machines, try to be a machine, You see, it becomes easier to control.
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Jul 27, 2017
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