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The factory is a human mutilation of our soul Mindless repetition putting out one part of a product No skills fully learned or refined just another machine Nothing to learn and grow for, nothing to strive for Just day in and day out until death, illness, or retirement Claims your fleshy sacs of aging water skins
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
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The factory is a human mutilation of our soul Mindless repetition putting out one part of a product No skills fully learned or refined just another machine Nothing to learn and grow for, nothing to strive for Just day in and day out until death, illness, or retirement Claims your fleshy sacs of aging water skins
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
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