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And so it is here we grow old before our time

In this fearful new world

With such boring people in it

One can only find solace in destruction

To see them crushed like your own dreams

End all hope for them

And make them just like you

Company doesn't make misery any better

But schadenfreude will do just fine

Each new day is like

A blind man getting back his sight

And slowly realizing he doesn't like anything he sees