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Asses to Ashes
Seemingly, our people come and go With no appreciable motivation, let alone free will, Or if we do, then we don't show sufficient emotion To leave the impression that it makes any godly difference. At least, this is the way I see it, Reflecting on destiny, this blisteringly subhuman a.m.
Who am I, to render my two meager, mealy bits, you ask? Oh, nobody you'd know, just another Mr. Nobody, Who, civilizations ago, submissively didn't refuse to go, Freeze his ass off, in those polar drafts Issuing from the infernal abyss located just below the stacks, When told to go, schnell, to the left.
So I, better than most, should really know How turning the other cheek turns asses to ashes.
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