Let us all compromise,
Until this fucked up world dies.
Then we can see our worth,
In this sewer called earth.
10 Billion crispy beings,
Yet none left with hard feelings.
The reporters that all said myth,
Were turned into a stream of bloody piss.
Payback for roaming their land,
Is them with the upper hand.
The dead should all be pleased,
Cause now we all got global peace.
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