so much for porcelain, so much for snow, the future is brown donchaknow?

the five great races, no more to be, replaced, wiped out - for diversity?

that you've been had, your compassion abused, implored to admit but still you refuse.

stead you plod on in error and pride,

needles and shit dont stifle your stride.

your vision of self gripped tight through it all, right up to the point where your face hits the wall.

paying for your death, your children displaced, your entire toiling line, forgotten, disgraced.

a traitor to the ones who got you this far, time will reveal what you really are.

opportunist, hand-shaker, LARPing cuck so cringe, it wont be long 'fore your shit gets unhinged.

contraditions they build, the pressure intense, statistics they grind at whats left of yer sense.

you aint universal - theres limits and lines, regardless of the psyop that spreads through your minds.

one day you will hit the limit obscene, till then fuck you and your kumbaya dream.

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