He begs and pleads but no one listens,

They’re all too busy hissin to spittin

He’s about given up trying to speak,

Wearing him down,

Convinced he’s in for a lifelong losing streak

How can they not see,

What’s in front of their face, in front of their nose?

Can they not see how this path unfolds?

They must be blind to the fact,

They dance to the same song,

All along,

Not noticing this is the downfall of us all

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