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Times like these are all I need
Welcome to the new dark age
Fade to black and filled with rage
Silently off kilter, guess we lost our filter
Hats off to the mudslingers
Pilgrims and their long fingers
Nothing could be slicker than hanging with a picker
Hard to find the decency
In all the chaos circling me
Pounded with a hammer, nails will often stammer
Farewell to the common man
NPCs won’t understand
Psychopaths and vapid, so much for the habit
So welcome to the new dark age
Forced to black inside a cage
Silently off kilter, we more than lost our filter
And hats off to those mudslingers
Pilgrims with their long fingers
Nothing could be sicker than hanging with a picker
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