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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