| I give to you, I give to you
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| A brief assembly of ugly thoughts
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| A recitation of the barbarous names
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| A dark stain on righteous superiority
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| A bilious denouncement of uniqueness
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| We are no different than all of the beasts
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| Roaming in the wilds and roosting in the muck
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| That thoughtless, unknowing, lifeless offal
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| All the gauze of our complexities—
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| Morals and emotions, tortured inner dialogue—
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| An ethereal sheen to mask the prison of an existence
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| We’ve got nothing but hatred!
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| An ethereal sheen to mask the prison of an existence we will never understand
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| We will never understand
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| Let the rank tongue blossom
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| Recite the barbarous names
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| Feel a savage pleasure—perverse and cruel delight—
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| In widening the gulfs, in reinforcing the walls
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| Then die alone on the isle of Setebos
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| Our legacy adding up to a heap of meaninglessness
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| We thoughtless, unknowing, lifeless offal |