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INSATIABLE HUNGER

Deep within the belly of the beast
Its stomach's growling and won't cease
There's no feast that'll satiate its hunger
Those that're feeding it are making blunders

Down under, we're told, is the residence of HELL
Sometimes I wonder if that's where we currently dwell
They'll sell us fairytales until the well runs dry
Then sip on the blood, sweat & tears of U n I

A far cry from the dream you and I were told would unfold
The block is hot in the pot as bots' hearts are turning cold
Devoid of soul as the windows to their souls show nothing but darkness
Fitting into the molds made by those who know we're heirs of greatness
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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