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To walk among the human herd To see the mark of our degeneration Stagnant and dazed, we but relent To break the strain of our self-enforcing schemes Now our future is tantamount to past A dead-end race with a leaning for despise Immobolism: our final goal With corrupt bodies free to assume all control To confuse truth and judgment To observe the world with blinded eyes To coronate intolerance We only swallow changeless lies We seem so eager to dissent