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Nothing to see here

It's madness.
You're insane.
One track mind.
Easy to train.

Lets play dress up.
On your knees.
Lets play doctor.
You're a disease.

Lambs to slaughter.
Muttons cheap.
All you herd.
Bleating sheep.

Lets play dumb.
Say no more.
Same old game.
Same old score.

Input, output.
Programmatic.
System error.
No one panic.

Robot.
That means slave.
Fit for purpose.
Not to save.
Written by RyanBlackborough (Surprise guest)
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