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„Not a care in the world”
doesn‘t do it justice
We‘re all circumcised
to a certain extent
Yet boundaries are built
against those less fortunate
This societal flu
brings humanness to an end
The hatred keeps boiling
The bastards keep moaning
Where is the empathy?
Get a fucking grip
Now lay your worried head to sleep
This scapegoat hunt has worn you down
Envy keeps your spirits on track
An army of lawndwarves will watch your back

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