There's no end of bloodbaths
you wouldn't think
we'd need to play pretend
I guess we want to ward off the real
I guess we want to prove that we can feel
the real thing is never anything
but wicked banal dumb and tedious
the shithead algebra of mass control
I could laugh but the real toll's egregious
I could turn my back
on all the morality plays
but the real thing will
go on to the end of my days
I could just as well
undertake to halt the sun
And I just pray to stay
Out of the bath like anyone
what
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