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Another revolution
Spun from confusion
Trapped in 
To form an illusion

My compulsive conformity
To this digital deformity
What’s really in it for me?
It’s just another long story

And so I end where I begin
Saying prayers on a whim
Forgetting this original sin
Is passed on through my kin

I know they’re just words
No matter how absurd
My hope is they are heard
Phrases unspoken but inferred

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