Tragedy of the Senate
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The fuck is he going on about?
My children told me a silly story the other day;
A fairytale was told,
In a word, in a world,
Where no one lived forever
They called this silly little thing a tale called death;
I could hear the giggles on their breath
It was a funny story after all
It was a world where all were equal;
The rich and the poor found solidarity,
People of every peoples could relate
Under such a banner
They all told themselves lies
Like “Who Wants to Live Forever?”
I could see the holes in the plot
Of their fantastical phantasm
Everything fades and everything goes,
No long laid plans, no friends forever,
Nothing but depressions or obsessions
Unless they told themselves,
A silly children’s fairytale
“I’ll be ready when it comes”
“I can accept it then”
“I’ll be tired of life with all of its pain and strife”
And other silly little fables
Everything that was built would turn to dust;
Every machine would rot and rust,
Every boom crashes into a bust,
How could anyone call that “just”?
Friends and family all fall into the ground,
Why bother with love when no one gets to stay around?
What good is the future worth,
When you don’t get to be around to see it?
It could become hell for all you know,
When you can’t see the world change and grow
Nothing you do would matter in the end
It’s a silly sick joke
I don’t know why anyone would play,
In a world like that,
Denial is the only acceptance
A fairytale was told,
In a word, in a world,
Where no one lived forever
They called this silly little thing a tale called death;
I could hear the giggles on their breath
It was a funny story after all
It was a world where all were equal;
The rich and the poor found solidarity,
People of every peoples could relate
Under such a banner
They all told themselves lies
Like “Who Wants to Live Forever?”
I could see the holes in the plot
Of their fantastical phantasm
Everything fades and everything goes,
No long laid plans, no friends forever,
Nothing but depressions or obsessions
Unless they told themselves,
A silly children’s fairytale
“I’ll be ready when it comes”
“I can accept it then”
“I’ll be tired of life with all of its pain and strife”
And other silly little fables
Everything that was built would turn to dust;
Every machine would rot and rust,
Every boom crashes into a bust,
How could anyone call that “just”?
Friends and family all fall into the ground,
Why bother with love when no one gets to stay around?
What good is the future worth,
When you don’t get to be around to see it?
It could become hell for all you know,
When you can’t see the world change and grow
Nothing you do would matter in the end
It’s a silly sick joke
I don’t know why anyone would play,
In a world like that,
Denial is the only acceptance
It could happen to you, haven’t you heard?
Politicians lying with every little word
3000 people died today,
Just your average day in the USA
Tune in tonight at six,
While the world goes down the river Styx,
We’ll help you keep those gas lamps burning,
Telling you how the world is turning
Why worry about a distant shore
When we’ve got far more
Pressing things to worry about
Things only fools would doubt
Tune in tonight at eleven,
Hear about the flu sending little kids to heaven.
It’s the real worry today
Just your average day in the USA
When the truth lies to you,
Why not trust us?
We’ll lead you all to progress
Just listen to us
We have standards,
We’re risking our lives
To give you the facts
If you’re not afraid,
you’re not paying attention,
If you’re feeling brave,
You’ve lost all retention
Haven’t you heard? It could happen to you
Millions could die,
And we don’t quite know why
You could die and that’s a fact,
With failure to act
Sure, maybe we faked a photo or two,
But we needed to get the message to you,
We’ll keep the gas lamps lit,
With several million hits
Getting worse here every single day,
More and more deaths getting done
Just an average day in the USA
Remember when funerals used to be fun?
Brace yourself for a new normal
With shiny new morals
Duck and cover, divide and conquer
We have certain conjecture
When the truth lies to you,
Who else would you listen to?
Tune in on the AM,
Hear about the mayhem
Tune in to mental health week,
Listen to the hysteria
We’ve got all the advice for the ill and meek
It’s not paranoia
If the future really is so bleak
Reporting from inside the shadows
Sticking with you on these dour days
Keeping those gas lamps aglow,
Just an average day in the USA
Politicians lying with every little word
3000 people died today,
Just your average day in the USA
Tune in tonight at six,
While the world goes down the river Styx,
We’ll help you keep those gas lamps burning,
Telling you how the world is turning
Why worry about a distant shore
When we’ve got far more
Pressing things to worry about
Things only fools would doubt
Tune in tonight at eleven,
Hear about the flu sending little kids to heaven.
It’s the real worry today
Just your average day in the USA
When the truth lies to you,
Why not trust us?
We’ll lead you all to progress
Just listen to us
We have standards,
We’re risking our lives
To give you the facts
If you’re not afraid,
you’re not paying attention,
If you’re feeling brave,
You’ve lost all retention
Haven’t you heard? It could happen to you
Millions could die,
And we don’t quite know why
You could die and that’s a fact,
With failure to act
Sure, maybe we faked a photo or two,
But we needed to get the message to you,
We’ll keep the gas lamps lit,
With several million hits
Getting worse here every single day,
More and more deaths getting done
Just an average day in the USA
Remember when funerals used to be fun?
Brace yourself for a new normal
With shiny new morals
Duck and cover, divide and conquer
We have certain conjecture
When the truth lies to you,
Who else would you listen to?
Tune in on the AM,
Hear about the mayhem
Tune in to mental health week,
Listen to the hysteria
We’ve got all the advice for the ill and meek
It’s not paranoia
If the future really is so bleak
Reporting from inside the shadows
Sticking with you on these dour days
Keeping those gas lamps aglow,
Just an average day in the USA
My people watch in awe,
Learning about the myth of death for the first time
Nursing a panic
Took everything they had to learn we are not invincible
I’m scared as shit of people scared as shit
Psychotic sympathy rained down
From their black bleeding hearts,
Painting the pallette black and white,
Waiting for a lucky lottery
Like it’s a stone’s throw away
Drowning wanderers on their own disgrace,
Collecting blood money in their fancy boxes,
While families go hungry behind locks
Not placed by them
Neighbor turn on neighbor,
For the public good
Going back and forth like a pac-man maze,
Chasing figments of someone else’s design
Turning on friends and family,
Like the lepers before,
Lynch them all to save lives
I once had faith in humanity,
Learning i was the heretic,
Speaking the blasphemy of
“The good of men”
Angels preaching for a special hell
Cackles create a silence,
Echoes drown out stories,
We do what feels good
To avoid doing what is good
History repeats and
History repeats and
History repeats and
History repeats.
We’ve been in this room before,
Turning on the “sick”
And wishing they’d all die
I sleep to nightmares of better days now,
Waking up each day wishing I hadn’t.
Because when I open my eyes
I realize nothing’s changed at all.
Learning about the myth of death for the first time
Nursing a panic
Took everything they had to learn we are not invincible
I’m scared as shit of people scared as shit
Psychotic sympathy rained down
From their black bleeding hearts,
Painting the pallette black and white,
Waiting for a lucky lottery
Like it’s a stone’s throw away
Drowning wanderers on their own disgrace,
Collecting blood money in their fancy boxes,
While families go hungry behind locks
Not placed by them
Neighbor turn on neighbor,
For the public good
Going back and forth like a pac-man maze,
Chasing figments of someone else’s design
Turning on friends and family,
Like the lepers before,
Lynch them all to save lives
I once had faith in humanity,
Learning i was the heretic,
Speaking the blasphemy of
“The good of men”
Angels preaching for a special hell
Cackles create a silence,
Echoes drown out stories,
We do what feels good
To avoid doing what is good
History repeats and
History repeats and
History repeats and
History repeats.
We’ve been in this room before,
Turning on the “sick”
And wishing they’d all die
I sleep to nightmares of better days now,
Waking up each day wishing I hadn’t.
Because when I open my eyes
I realize nothing’s changed at all.
I was told to believe in science above all else,
Trust the experts, believe all the facts
There’s nothing we can’t know,
There’s nothing we don’t know
In a world where rockets rise,
I can’t be a challenger
Blinded by the facts,
How man was meant to act
Just listen to the science
They had charts and graphs to help me understand,
My lack of worth as a man,
Hit me like an ice pick to the eye,
It’s a noble prize pursuit
I did my duty for the march of progress
It’s my service to the human race,
My genes shall not pollute the pool
Isn’t it great?
I’ve done my part for the human race
A nagging feeling eats at my core,
Like a syphilis infestation.
Could science be wrong?
It’s never been before.
A nagging theory, like a hubble bubble burst;
We were stupid so long ago,
Ever evolving to a therapeutic future,
One so unfalsifiable
Trust in the facts, all of the facts,
Maybe you and me, we can live forever,
There’s a method to the madness after all
I can barely process it in my core,
We must trust those who know better than us
I am a modern man, can only be Mangeled by belief
The problem is plain to see,
Too much humanity
Fight our feelings, march on fast,
Utopia shall be ours at long last
Trust the experts, believe all the facts
There’s nothing we can’t know,
There’s nothing we don’t know
In a world where rockets rise,
I can’t be a challenger
Blinded by the facts,
How man was meant to act
Just listen to the science
They had charts and graphs to help me understand,
My lack of worth as a man,
Hit me like an ice pick to the eye,
It’s a noble prize pursuit
I did my duty for the march of progress
It’s my service to the human race,
My genes shall not pollute the pool
Isn’t it great?
I’ve done my part for the human race
A nagging feeling eats at my core,
Like a syphilis infestation.
Could science be wrong?
It’s never been before.
A nagging theory, like a hubble bubble burst;
We were stupid so long ago,
Ever evolving to a therapeutic future,
One so unfalsifiable
Trust in the facts, all of the facts,
Maybe you and me, we can live forever,
There’s a method to the madness after all
I can barely process it in my core,
We must trust those who know better than us
I am a modern man, can only be Mangeled by belief
The problem is plain to see,
Too much humanity
Fight our feelings, march on fast,
Utopia shall be ours at long last
Dear Mr. Ferguson,
What goes on in your head?
How much destruction until you’re done?
How much death have you said?
You’ve been wrong every step of the way,
With every little thing that you say
We’re still waiting on the 150 million dead from bird flu,
We’ve got a long way to go - we’re sitting at around 252
Swine flu too,
Isn’t there anything you can’t get wrong
With a factor of a thousand or more?
Putting your foot in your mouth with foot and mouth disease,
The blood of humans is nary in sight,
Just the six million sheep, chickens, and cattle,
Mad cows culled at your fright
Dear Mr. Ferguson,
Pretending to be a soothsayer
When a doomsayer is more apt
Anything to get a headline,
No matter who’s head is on the line
With a moral code as shaky as your program,
Condemning the world to house arrest
While you put on your best vest
And hop across the town
Meet with a married lover,
Hold her above all others,
The lives you’ve destroyed in
Casting paranoia
History remembers people like you,
Mr. Ferguson,
Or should I call you
Dr. Doom?
Perhaps Chicken Little is preferred
When have you ever been right?
No one can read your code
No one can read your code
No one can read your code
No one can read your fucking code
You sowed seeds of despair,
Called the errors, factors of randomness
In a world where programming power
Doubles every two years
You changed the world
With a code from thirteen ago
For a different disease
When the dust settles, where will you be?
When the dust settles, who will you be?
Congratulations
Your claims have finally fallen on listening ears
Helping to support all of their fears
We’ll never listen again
No matter how much death looms upon us,
No matter what the future holds in stake,
Trust is a fragile thing,
And you’ve spent it
What goes on through your head?
Was it for money? Or fame? A brand new place?
Was it for a cushy government job?
Or was it to save the human race?
You’ve done a wonderful job.
What goes on in your head?
How much destruction until you’re done?
How much death have you said?
You’ve been wrong every step of the way,
With every little thing that you say
We’re still waiting on the 150 million dead from bird flu,
We’ve got a long way to go - we’re sitting at around 252
Swine flu too,
Isn’t there anything you can’t get wrong
With a factor of a thousand or more?
Putting your foot in your mouth with foot and mouth disease,
The blood of humans is nary in sight,
Just the six million sheep, chickens, and cattle,
Mad cows culled at your fright
Dear Mr. Ferguson,
Pretending to be a soothsayer
When a doomsayer is more apt
Anything to get a headline,
No matter who’s head is on the line
With a moral code as shaky as your program,
Condemning the world to house arrest
While you put on your best vest
And hop across the town
Meet with a married lover,
Hold her above all others,
The lives you’ve destroyed in
Casting paranoia
History remembers people like you,
Mr. Ferguson,
Or should I call you
Dr. Doom?
Perhaps Chicken Little is preferred
When have you ever been right?
No one can read your code
No one can read your code
No one can read your code
No one can read your fucking code
You sowed seeds of despair,
Called the errors, factors of randomness
In a world where programming power
Doubles every two years
You changed the world
With a code from thirteen ago
For a different disease
When the dust settles, where will you be?
When the dust settles, who will you be?
Congratulations
Your claims have finally fallen on listening ears
Helping to support all of their fears
We’ll never listen again
No matter how much death looms upon us,
No matter what the future holds in stake,
Trust is a fragile thing,
And you’ve spent it
What goes on through your head?
Was it for money? Or fame? A brand new place?
Was it for a cushy government job?
Or was it to save the human race?
You’ve done a wonderful job.
You’ve told me over and over again
Do our part, save our lives
We’ll be fine, don’t you fear
Our cultural chemotherapy
Here we are, keeping ourselves warm
Letting the world burn as it turns,
Washing our hands with bloody water,
Socially distancing from social decency
The news came at me like a bullet to the brain,
Parents playing Abraham while kids play Isaac,
Wives playing Abel while husbands play Cain
And we only hear Delilah smack
How can we wash our hands with bloody water?
Socially distancing from social decency
Can we say grace while millions are starving?
Cans go by, running on food banks
While biblical famines loom,
We sit here asking the world for thanks,
While we save it from doom
Kids go hungry so grandmothers can breathe,
We wash our hands with bloody water,
As the world turns,
We keep ourselves warm as it burns
Kenya hear the bullets in the air?
Curfews cracking down on human skulls,
Dozens lay down already; hundreds lay scared
While we’re sitting here saving lives,
We’ll be fine, we can’t fear,
We can wash our hands with bloody water
We bless the pains in Africa
There’s a choice we’re making,
We’re saving our own lives,
Making a better day for just you and me
As our betters once said
“We are the world”
We give new meaning to freedom fighters,
As we protest the protestors,
Washing our hands with bloody water,
Mocking those just trying to stay alive
Our cultural chemotherapy
Is good and we are just,
While empty hospitals go under
To turn away cancer patients,
It’s all so cut and dry,
We’re saving lives by
Washing our hands with bloody water,
There’s nothing worse but to die
Freedom’s just a fad that’s out of style,
We can give it a rest for awhile
Washing our hands with bloody water,
Getting drunk on our antiseptic
As long as the world’s on fire it’s still alive,
It doesn’t matter as long as I’m alive,
As long as the world’s on fire it’s still alive,
It doesn’t matter as long as I’m alive
Do our part, save our lives
We’ll be fine, don’t you fear
Our cultural chemotherapy
Here we are, keeping ourselves warm
Letting the world burn as it turns,
Washing our hands with bloody water,
Socially distancing from social decency
The news came at me like a bullet to the brain,
Parents playing Abraham while kids play Isaac,
Wives playing Abel while husbands play Cain
And we only hear Delilah smack
How can we wash our hands with bloody water?
Socially distancing from social decency
Can we say grace while millions are starving?
Cans go by, running on food banks
While biblical famines loom,
We sit here asking the world for thanks,
While we save it from doom
Kids go hungry so grandmothers can breathe,
We wash our hands with bloody water,
As the world turns,
We keep ourselves warm as it burns
Kenya hear the bullets in the air?
Curfews cracking down on human skulls,
Dozens lay down already; hundreds lay scared
While we’re sitting here saving lives,
We’ll be fine, we can’t fear,
We can wash our hands with bloody water
We bless the pains in Africa
There’s a choice we’re making,
We’re saving our own lives,
Making a better day for just you and me
As our betters once said
“We are the world”
We give new meaning to freedom fighters,
As we protest the protestors,
Washing our hands with bloody water,
Mocking those just trying to stay alive
Our cultural chemotherapy
Is good and we are just,
While empty hospitals go under
To turn away cancer patients,
It’s all so cut and dry,
We’re saving lives by
Washing our hands with bloody water,
There’s nothing worse but to die
Freedom’s just a fad that’s out of style,
We can give it a rest for awhile
Washing our hands with bloody water,
Getting drunk on our antiseptic
As long as the world’s on fire it’s still alive,
It doesn’t matter as long as I’m alive,
As long as the world’s on fire it’s still alive,
It doesn’t matter as long as I’m alive
Mr. Media Darling, Mr. Cuomo?
Can I ask you a question, or two?
Can you sit there on such a high horse
As your big apple rots to the core?
Are you honest with yourself?
Staying the course
As consequences increase?
Your destruction cannot be undone
Is their kindness in your eyes?
Are you trying to help?
Or are you trying to help yourself?
I can understand a desperate plight,
Choosing fight over flight
You say you’re trying to help
Look at the data.
Follow the science.
Listen to the experts.
And above all else, “be smart.”
That’s your favorite catch phrase it would seem
But when you paint by numbers,
You get an ugly picture
In a survey conducted by you,
We learned 66 percent of hospitalizations,
Were obtained following your protocol,
“Staying at home, save lives.”
Nursing homes take up the second percent,
Where you yourself order the sick to be,
You say you are going to give New Yorkers the facts,
But you refused to mention this little act
You told the 30 million unemployed,
500 thousand in your state
To get essential jobs,
Let the peasants eat cake
It’s funny in a way,
If all of them listened to you,
According to you,
We’d lose all progress in a day
Every one of us, through our actions,
Will shape the course of this pandemic,
Thus New Yorkers stay the course
As the iceberg nears
Shall you be playing fiddle
As the empire burns?
Melting the melting pot
With blood on your hands
You demanded ventilators above all else,
Demanded help above all else,
And when doom didn’t come to pass,
You had so many you needed to send them away
What if people are in abusive homes?
“It’s not death” was your refrain
Like an echo that lingers on foul breath
What if people have no food?
What if people lose their job?
What if people lose their home?
“It’s not death.”
“It’s not death.”
“It’s not death.”
You repeated like a cackling madman,
High on a song that
Couldn’t be purged
When asked, what if someone kills themselves
You told me a funny tale.
“The illness may be my death instead of your death.”
It’s funny.
The ultimate plague doctor
The man beyond the plan
Is suffering from sickness
The healthy follow the sick
For salvation
It’s utterly laughable,
If not contemptible
You claim you can’t put a price on human life,
Yet you decide to tax out-of-state
Health volunteers
Mr. Media Darling,
How can you sleep at night?
Knowing your sick brother
Wouldn’t even follow your own lockdown orders?
How can you justify this?
Can you justify this?
Look at the data, he says
Follow the science, he says
Listen to the experts, he says
The data that says this is the wrong course
The data that says this isn’t working
The experts have been disgraced
Captain sir, the boat is sinking
Can I ask you a question, or two?
Can you sit there on such a high horse
As your big apple rots to the core?
Are you honest with yourself?
Staying the course
As consequences increase?
Your destruction cannot be undone
Is their kindness in your eyes?
Are you trying to help?
Or are you trying to help yourself?
I can understand a desperate plight,
Choosing fight over flight
You say you’re trying to help
Look at the data.
Follow the science.
Listen to the experts.
And above all else, “be smart.”
That’s your favorite catch phrase it would seem
But when you paint by numbers,
You get an ugly picture
In a survey conducted by you,
We learned 66 percent of hospitalizations,
Were obtained following your protocol,
“Staying at home, save lives.”
Nursing homes take up the second percent,
Where you yourself order the sick to be,
You say you are going to give New Yorkers the facts,
But you refused to mention this little act
You told the 30 million unemployed,
500 thousand in your state
To get essential jobs,
Let the peasants eat cake
It’s funny in a way,
If all of them listened to you,
According to you,
We’d lose all progress in a day
Every one of us, through our actions,
Will shape the course of this pandemic,
Thus New Yorkers stay the course
As the iceberg nears
Shall you be playing fiddle
As the empire burns?
Melting the melting pot
With blood on your hands
You demanded ventilators above all else,
Demanded help above all else,
And when doom didn’t come to pass,
You had so many you needed to send them away
What if people are in abusive homes?
“It’s not death” was your refrain
Like an echo that lingers on foul breath
What if people have no food?
What if people lose their job?
What if people lose their home?
“It’s not death.”
“It’s not death.”
“It’s not death.”
You repeated like a cackling madman,
High on a song that
Couldn’t be purged
When asked, what if someone kills themselves
You told me a funny tale.
“The illness may be my death instead of your death.”
It’s funny.
The ultimate plague doctor
The man beyond the plan
Is suffering from sickness
The healthy follow the sick
For salvation
It’s utterly laughable,
If not contemptible
You claim you can’t put a price on human life,
Yet you decide to tax out-of-state
Health volunteers
Mr. Media Darling,
How can you sleep at night?
Knowing your sick brother
Wouldn’t even follow your own lockdown orders?
How can you justify this?
Can you justify this?
Look at the data, he says
Follow the science, he says
Listen to the experts, he says
The data that says this is the wrong course
The data that says this isn’t working
The experts have been disgraced
Captain sir, the boat is sinking
Rifles and revolvers gathered on a May morning,
Sun shined down gray over the hill,
An uneasy silence cast about the air,
Everyone abound knew they were fair
Twelve stood guard in front of Pella Pub,
Watching the sky,
Praying to a god they no longer believed in
Clad in black they stood,
Watching the sky
A cast of blue broke the clouds,
And any sense of hope had faded
Like raindrops on the glass
Each son there wondered
Whether they’d ever see the sun again
Two dozen men stood to each other,
Dressed in black and blue,
Saw eye to eye
And raised their guns
Each and every one of them knew,
What “non-essential” meant to them.
Each and every one knew they were right
The first gun shot got all the blame,
The first gun shot never got a claim
The news reports told us all what to think,
Told us all how it went down
Some rebels broke the law,
And this was the final straw
Blood was destined that day,
No matter what anyone would say
Twenty-five had died that day
Down at the Pella Pub
The first gun shot got all the blame,
When the truth is too much of a shame
The last to fall tells it all
Ask yourself who broke the windows at the Pella Pub?
A bullet to the broken heart
Of the Pella Pub man
Desperate to feed his mother,
Desperate to feed his sick brother,
Desperate to feed his daughters and son
Such an evil man,
Surely the worst in the land
Now none shall ever see the sun again
Sun shined down gray over the hill,
An uneasy silence cast about the air,
Everyone abound knew they were fair
Twelve stood guard in front of Pella Pub,
Watching the sky,
Praying to a god they no longer believed in
Clad in black they stood,
Watching the sky
A cast of blue broke the clouds,
And any sense of hope had faded
Like raindrops on the glass
Each son there wondered
Whether they’d ever see the sun again
Two dozen men stood to each other,
Dressed in black and blue,
Saw eye to eye
And raised their guns
Each and every one of them knew,
What “non-essential” meant to them.
Each and every one knew they were right
The first gun shot got all the blame,
The first gun shot never got a claim
The news reports told us all what to think,
Told us all how it went down
Some rebels broke the law,
And this was the final straw
Blood was destined that day,
No matter what anyone would say
Twenty-five had died that day
Down at the Pella Pub
The first gun shot got all the blame,
When the truth is too much of a shame
The last to fall tells it all
Ask yourself who broke the windows at the Pella Pub?
A bullet to the broken heart
Of the Pella Pub man
Desperate to feed his mother,
Desperate to feed his sick brother,
Desperate to feed his daughters and son
Such an evil man,
Surely the worst in the land
Now none shall ever see the sun again
They told me if I wanted to stay alive, I needed to die;
No need to think, no need to strive, no need to try
People are the enemy, filthy foul creatures;
With all their ugly repulsive features
It’s a sick world out there and I’m the sickest of them all
It’s the end of the world, haven’t you heard?
We’re all going to die, so might as well
The man on my TV spoke to me,
Told me about my own plight
Gotta stay alive, no matter the cost;
Losing my job, losing my home;
As long as I’m alive, that’s what matters
Gotta make the numbers look good,
Gotta make the politicians feel good
Lost in this cage of hell, no matter how far I’ve fell
I wish I could go out there so much;
This isn’t worth it, I tell them
They say I’m a selfish pig, that I deserve to die
I agree.
No need to think, no need to strive, no need to try
People are the enemy, filthy foul creatures;
With all their ugly repulsive features
It’s a sick world out there and I’m the sickest of them all
It’s the end of the world, haven’t you heard?
We’re all going to die, so might as well
The man on my TV spoke to me,
Told me about my own plight
Gotta stay alive, no matter the cost;
Losing my job, losing my home;
As long as I’m alive, that’s what matters
Gotta make the numbers look good,
Gotta make the politicians feel good
Lost in this cage of hell, no matter how far I’ve fell
I wish I could go out there so much;
This isn’t worth it, I tell them
They say I’m a selfish pig, that I deserve to die
I agree.
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