Why do we have eyebrows,
And Why are we here?
We're a Motley Crew,
Of Liars and Fear,
Don't know where to go,
Don't know how to steer,
And most of the time,
We destroy what is near!
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Tis true. More and more life and all around are becoming more ugly and painful.