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Obsessed with a cure Constantly distorting what occurs in nature Refining it. Mixing it with chemical burn concoctions. Covering every inch of green as far as you can see Growth hormones. Pesticides. Insecticides. Don't-care-if-the-bees-die-icides. Anything that can be sprayed on a crop for higher yields All they care about is production and profit Hundreds of new factories every year Pumping out quick acting gel tabs Filling the cabinets with placebos Close enough to the edge of science to not be considered god A two billion dollar a year industry To stay young Be healthy Not have to get off our fat, lazy, publicly ill-educated ***** To lose weight Nothing worth having ever came easy Your inability to learn from your mistakes takes over Watching the inevitable if not medicated decline of society DNA withering away to dust, until only shells are left Gaudy and virile played out right before us like a badly made **** Doesn't matter who is getting ****** You are still watching
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May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 9:28 PM UTC
Pharma Sutra
Obsessed with a cure Constantly distorting what occurs in nature Refining it. Mixing it with chemical burn concoctions. Covering every inch of green as far as you can see Growth hormones. Pesticides. Insecticides. Don't-care-if-the-bees-die-icides. Anything that can be sprayed on a crop for higher yields All they care about is production and profit Hundreds of new factories every year Pumping out quick acting gel tabs Filling the cabinets with placebos Close enough to the edge of science to not be considered god A two billion dollar a year industry To stay young Be healthy Not have to get off our fat, lazy, publicly ill-educated ***** To lose weight Nothing worth having ever came easy Your inability to learn from your mistakes takes over Watching the inevitable if not medicated decline of society DNA withering away to dust, until only shells are left Gaudy and virile played out right before us like a badly made **** Doesn't matter who is getting ****** You are still watching
brook-ilges
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May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 9:28 PM UTC
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