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Society is a clay mold Taking every newborn into its fold Kissing each brow with insecurity, shame Releasing it's victims, carbon-copies, all the same Society is a line graph's slope Plotting point ever upwards in hope Shunning those who are different, who fight Loving only those who are "normal", all outliers denied Society is a disease, nipping at the soul Filing and wearing down on the young and old Breaking every innocent into a pessimistic, jaded mess Rending, tearing, stomping, destroying whatever is left
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
Society Is
Society is a clay mold Taking every newborn into its fold Kissing each brow with insecurity, shame Releasing it's victims, carbon-copies, all the same Society is a line graph's slope Plotting point ever upwards in hope Shunning those who are different, who fight Loving only those who are "normal", all outliers denied Society is a disease, nipping at the soul Filing and wearing down on the young and old Breaking every innocent into a pessimistic, jaded mess Rending, tearing, stomping, destroying whatever is left
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
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