We are ruled by monsters, guided by liars,
and vast ranks of idiots vote scoundrels
who feed us the feces of monsters
and liars; and those who are decent
are painted as beasts. Thus we go
towards hell - and monsters, liars and
scoundrels tells us not to worry,
for they are making a lot money,
and hope that some of their children
might escape the end of the world
while ours most certainly won't.
02.06..2023
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