They get the Paper
We get the Stone
The Same way Again
The Same way Again
Where are the Scissors?
How do you do this?
Youth are Anguished?
Young People Need to Try
To Cut through You
Come find Us.
Paper is Sentimental.
It always Forgives.
Misanthropy Games.
Excuse me Stop Blocking
The Way.
Let the Children Through.
I bet they Hate This
Being born into
a Dark Age, Thanks Bush!
They Ask Afraid
What happens to Us?
Will there Be Oceans?
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