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Quis Curat

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By Atomic HistorianPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Quis Curat
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Quis Curat

They say

Chase another carrot

Ferreting out their sins

Where does it end?

A society built on lies

Incapable of being wrong

Now throng to the king roach

No indiscretion is beyond their possession

Every accusation a confession

Possessed by demons of self-righteousness

We die at their whims

Because again

Who cares?

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    Written by Atomic Historian