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An old man fell victim to pacification I still see him laying there body twisted and spent I remember thinking how undignified he looked How undignified we all look when an abrupt transition to violence consumes us Hysteria in the masses leads to now leads to whirl winds leads to fear and pointless chaos Then we are left with nothing but a burnt out shell As fragments of are carefully contrived realities begin to crumble The worst part? We stand there in the aftermath beat down to indifference asking how did this happen? Reach for the mirror It appears the fatalist has won the day What way is that to live?
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
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An old man fell victim to pacification I still see him laying there body twisted and spent I remember thinking how undignified he looked How undignified we all look when an abrupt transition to violence consumes us Hysteria in the masses leads to now leads to whirl winds leads to fear and pointless chaos Then we are left with nothing but a burnt out shell As fragments of are carefully contrived realities begin to crumble The worst part? We stand there in the aftermath beat down to indifference asking how did this happen? Reach for the mirror It appears the fatalist has won the day What way is that to live?
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
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