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Hark the herald angels sing, cast eyes to the ground and allude to nothing

Pay due respects as learned by rote, to those of higher virtue with bloated self-worth

Again, again, always again the same

No matter the outcome, it's never permitted to change

Back to the grind, break backs on the grinding stone

This is the lot.

Why give glory to a newborn king, who demands obeisance yet reciprocates with not a thing

Typical privilege bestowed by birth, a divine blessing upon this earth, ha!

Pay due respects as learned by rote, to those of higher virtue with bloated self-worth

Again, again, always again the same

No matter the outcome, it's never permitted to change

Back to the grind, back to the grind, break backs on the grinding stone

This is the lot.

Hark the herald angels sing, cast eyes to the ground and allude to nothing

Why give glory to a newborn king, who demands obeisance yet reciprocates with not a thing