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Let's gatherD 'round the carcass of the old deAflated beast,
We have Cseen it through the accolades and Grested in its lea,
SynDtactic is our elegance, inAcisive our disease,
The Cswath endogenous of ourselves will Gbe our quandary, D
We've Dnestled in its hollow and we've Asuckled at its breast,
GranCdiloquent our attitude, imGpassioned yet inept,
DFrivolous gavel our design, Aludicrous our threat,
ExCcursive expeditions leave us Gholding less and less, D
So what does it Amean?
When we Ftell ourselves it's only for a Cwhile we have been deceived
And it's Aonly for a moment that the Ftreasures of our day make
Life Ceasier to complicate, the Atreasure thrown away,
GI'm Gso Ftired of all the Gfucked Gup Fminds
Of all the GterroGrist reFligions and their GbullGshit Flines,
Of all the Ghand-Gme-Fdowns from all inGdustGrial Fcrimes
And the GweeGping Fmothers and those who are Gled Gso Fblind,
From the GplasGtic Fprotests and the Ghands Gof Ftime
And the GpurGsuit Fof mirth and all GhaGting Fkind
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