| Worrrrrdsss…
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| Our world, depleted sphere of waste
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| What will pull the tides?
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| If we harvest the astral delight?
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| Built on a layer of faeces and sand
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| Calculatingly concise, an articulate rupture
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| Formlessly convulsing without a structure
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| Incongruous waste of unusual words
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| Abominable lexicon of verbal indigestion
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| Extrapolation and devastation
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| Perfectly humo-centric tastes
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| Condemnation of our world
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| Desolate and bleak
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| One last fetid breath
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| Excluded
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| A phase
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| Aeolist portentous craze
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| Signs
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| Signs of the times
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| And resistance
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| Needlessly
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| Paid for our feed
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| Without infinite rotation;
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| Impending solar stagnation
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| Where is the life we have lost in the living?
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| Where is the beauty we have consumed in the past?
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| Where is the need in living in what we know?
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| Where is the meaning in only chasing cars?
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| Philistines
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| Into
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| The void
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| Cast out, thrown away
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| Cracking
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| Shipping
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| Instrument of catastrophe
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| Carbon based anatomies
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| Interstellar based economies
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| The lack of profoundness in comprehension
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| The suspension digested in us all
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| Life we have lost in living
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| Grrr
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| We have to break this down
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| Split it down the middle
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| If it won’t stop now, pump it good
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| Blegh! |