There He was, sitting on top of the world.
Rubbing his hands for a warm sensation.
He glanced at society.
That stupid freakshow.
Proudly presenting its nonsense on every corner.
Loudly screaming an unheard simphony of foolishness.
You can get a prize, boy. Just learn to shut the fuck up and join in.
We can all be the kings of rubbish.
When you become a God you'll lose the right to think.
Then all you gotta do is let your pride feed the fire.
But keep one pocket free to store your numb conscience,
just in case you ever give up on being a puppet.
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