Abandon hope,
nothing is ever going to change.
Learn to cope,
don't attempt to rearrange.
Embrace igrorance,
no longer should you question.
Join societies trance,
have yourself another fixation.
Close your doors,
don't worry, block it out.
Open your pores,
absorb what we are about.
Never ending,
we are the masters of your fate.
Message sending,
waiting for the final date.
Wesley Hall - 09/12/05
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