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You are a number

Empathy is forsaken
Weighed against gain
To be cast aside like salt
Onto the ground we left

What's the use of trying
I'll see God this way or the next
Why should I gift another
When in fleeting time
We'll all see the mother

The young are sapped in strife
And the old eat up their lives
What's the utility of love
When it's quicker just to fuck

I'll say my prayers
For the major players
On the game board
Full of tiny pieces

I'd beg for my line to be saved
But in two hundred years' time
No one will be giving us praise
For the horrible way we behave

Nothing fucking matters to anyone
Nothing fucking matters at all
Our entire lives we're given the illusion
That we have some kind of autonomy
Living in a system where we trade
Our money and time for safety
In convincing ourselves that
We're not just fucking cattle

You are a number
It was given at birth
And it is used
To determine your worth
And that's quantified
By your wealth
Which is in turn
How much money you give
To gain
To spend
To burn
Because it's not worth a thing
When you get real sick
And the cancer grips your heels
Or someone just feels
Like you should be dead

Get used to being a flesh bag
With no intrinsic value
Being taught otherwise
To be manipulated
With the promise
Of gains
ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS
Written by ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS (Suffering Montana)
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Fuck you if you're reading this
No not really, I love you. Come and enjoy a nice glass of Sauvignon by my rustic hearth where I smoke fine cigars and read my many leather bound books.

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