We
exist relatively in a world of change
Preference
and guilt have no place
I
sit in a solitary space
As
the world, relatively, will change
Here
we are born to manipulate
Opinion
and fact are the same
Hoist
high our flags when we say
Here we will manipulate
We
claim that love is fate
Yet
dismantle that love in a day
We
don’t know why we lie or obey
Only
death is truly our fate
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