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Self-Righteousness is a Gift

I am the microcosm of little egos that gives way to the big bang    
I am the forces of evil when morality sheds it's winter coat      
and spring babies are brought into the world      
by hands of midwives with no children of their own      
I am the wind that topples flowers that sit on the stillborn's graves      
I make the mothers wonder if there is a higher purpose for all this      
I make sure they will never know      
I am the website that sheds light on the taboo in a child's mind      
 that will leave all sense of naivety behind      
I am the brethren that has your back when you want to do wrong      
I am the woman that does not mind tagging along      
  taking everything you own      
This is the dawn of a day that brings decay      
Humanity's last ditch effort to make the earth better again      
with money and gasoline free cars that roam around with children begging for McDonald's processed meat treats      
I am the dollar that you spend on a whim to appease appetites for the morbidly obese      
I am a contradictory subject matter that rambles in all different directions      
Neither clear nor descript but entertaining just the same      
I am the athlete that gets paid millions to entertain but doesn't harbor anything but a semblance of a brain      
I am the politician that persuades change and condemns what I don't believe hoping for a vote from the people that believe what I say      
I am the Chinese Government banking on your dollar by ways of slave labor        
I am Jeff Bezos listening in on your intimate home sessions when your wife blows out your brains        
I offer nothing but negative thoughts and no way to fix a thing        
I blame the government for taking away my power when I know damn right well I never exercised it in the first place so it is all relative and I am the one rightfully to blame      
I kiss the asses of the upper echelons that feed us meals made of avocados wrapped in bacon      
I am the bacon that is so meticulously wrapped around this hand selected vegetable      
I am completey and utterly unstable      
A bomb that goes off when my plate is not up to par and the waiter takes his apologies too far      
I am the God that sits atop tables receiving praises after bestowing upon them one day deliveries and other miraculous things
I am a meteor that drops through your ceiling while you cradle your family during the emergency broadcast test      
this is not a test        
this is a tangible existence that is best left to the professionals      
sit back and become one with the screen and TV      
I am the backbone of all you need        
 
Written by Mogwai
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