Don't worry bout' em

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THEY'RE NIHILISTS JOHNNY

I'll pass along these words,
These carefully planned out words.
Shaped and molded
To resemble instrument of inquisition;
Forced like embalming loop
To mash and remove your brains.
"Implant my ideas
As they are clearly more reasonable,
Logical and clear."
Every body greeted
By this cold assumption of succor;
Belief in an unsung philanthropy
Is truly divisive,
Splitting you and I
As I fall prey time and again
To caste ruling
Of my own branding.
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