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You use racism as a mask to hide your inner desires.
The sheep herders are just liars, but you choose to ignore it.
This looks like rough justice, I need some solace
in this time of distress, riots got me on edge.
Stepping out of the steaming showerGazing into the regretful mirrorI see a rosy potato shapeMorphing before my eyesUntil the curves are celluliteAnd the skin is fatThe scale mocks me
To be the best.
Not break on impact.
So we thought.
Will we be alive
for equilibrium?
Not at this rate.
The primal rule supreme.
Pleasure and pleasure.
This universe,
