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If even man cannot decide
Whether all is determined
Or he hath free will
What can it matter to a golem?
He'll do what you order
Without hatred, he'll kill
Free will and determinism exist as melodical melange
A soup of possibilities
When making popcorn you cannot be sure that every kernel will pop
But you can manipulate the controls, such as oil and heat
to somewhat pre-determine the outcome
Language is a virus and I've been raped by the New World Order's dick-shun-air-ee of pseudo-intellectual
meaningless verbiage
True definitions have been stolen
Erase this truth
Omit the emeth!
I am not a robot!
Don't betray me
Don't show them
The circuit that delivers my random cliche
Ignore the meme behind the thought
In the brain of the man behind the curtain
The zeroes are forcning me to become a one
Or are the ones forcing me to mimic a zero?
Sharon is hung like a horse
Unjust wars
Stay the course
I want a divorce!
I was bitten and infected on a full moon
Slowly felt the hunger for brown blood and black oil
Silently protesting my creation
With a hollow howl, I felt like an
Like an
Lycanthrope?
No! Like an Evergreen golem!
No!
Yes! Like an Evergreen golem!
Oh Lord!
Just like an Evergreen golem!
Sharon is hung like a horse!
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