| The Virtue Of Elitism |
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| Line up realigned, blank canvases, in wait at the museum |
| Gates to brag/complain, it’s all the same, you mummies |
| Will swallow your own dust and your permanent stay on |
| Display will go nowherevlest you forget we’re all |
| Unraveling in idealism’s bandages, twirling in it’s cozy |
| Tomb, you’ll succumb too, and all the reasons why you |
| Define what you choose will only make your fellow future |
| Relics hate you |
