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Aug 2012
All of this shouting, but who's to really claim
When we walk around so faceless with nothing to gain

It's just a system to extrapolate your fears
Designed to be destructive, disgusting, and to jeer

Quiet as we sit, appearing only to view
Questioning nothing, we're erupting into something new

It's a victimless society, for we have all chosen consent
As we cry to the TV for what's true, we pray and repent

Blinded by the odds we ebb and bob like a float in water
But the bed is dry, there's nothing to deny, enjoy this job
Zack Turner
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   Milan Nicole
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