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Precious grains of the hourglass wash, from somber stony faces. Stories of what have, lost, in the sediment. Pieces, of churning particulate, dance, in the waters at my feet.

Welcome to the Evil Empire, Check your humanity at the door. Take a number, have a seat, While you wait, here’s T.V. Don’t mind the lullaby, here to help you sleep, The nightmare you see is only in your dreams. Don’t get up; you’re loved too much to suffer, And you might slip, on the blood of your brother. We’ll wipe your ass, And treat your diaper rash, And recycle your shit into sound bite facts. Fear not, the howling you hear outside these walls This house of cards will never fall, Penetra...