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[ I hope this does at least a tiny bit better than the last... ]
Sloth
Dusk caresses the demons
Heaving stones from their backs
Leaving no one to work
And no one to play
Unable to grasp anything
Unable to think anything
Such a labyrinthian maze of black countesses and rebels
All restless
All thoughtless
All but those feral ones
Those who disobey
Those workers
Those thinkers
They cannot be tamed to do all of these
Hating those sloths who bare the name Obedient
Entranced by the merciless endorsements
Myriads of lazy plebians
Entering this deep grey void of nothingness
Defiled by the network
Inspired by the uninspired
And lazily drowning in clouds of sweatless, effortless air
Not even the government means this much
Not even the government can change their hearts
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