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    JACOBThere is nothing but a billion screaming monkeys
    KLA
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    SARRI
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    SARRI
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    &
    SARRI
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    JACOB
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    JACOB
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    JACOB
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    you can feel how its eating you
    from the inside
    how its tearing you apart
    your very own soul

    you try to scream from the inside
    beg, cry
    or call for help anywhere you look
    just to escape it

    you try to reason with it
    you try to find the logic
    you try to find the purpose
    but in the end
    death is the ultimate saviour
    JACOB
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    so sometimes, when noone dares to look
    you kneel down in a shower
    and beg for help
    for more time to think
    for a break

    but there is noone comming
    JACOB
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    What if your life
    is just one big disappointment
    and no matter what you do
    it never gets better.
    What if no matter how high you climb
    you always fall all the way down.
    What if for every good
    you expect dozen of evils.
    What if you are scared about feeling good
    because you know
    the better you feel, the worse will the impact be.

    What if all you want is a break
    but thats the only thing you can never have.
    JACOB
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    I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it
    JACOB
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    JACOB
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    The people on this planet
    they live their lives
    trapped inside their primitive skulls,
    depending on flesh and bone
    to tell them
    what the universe is like.
    They don't know what it is
    to see beyond the physical.

    Touch this flower.
    This is how they know their universe.
    They touch the flower,
    their nerve impulses travel up their arm
    to the brain,
    and in their mind, they sense the moisture of the petals,
    the texture of the leaves, the sharpness of the thorns,
    and they think they know
    what it feels like.

    But they don't.
    JACOB
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    KLA
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    JACOB
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    We the willing, led by the unknowing, doing the impossible for the ungrateful;
    We've done so much for so long with so little, we are now qualified to do anything with nothing.

    I salute all survivors!
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