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the prophet

So basically I just thought that this was just some random bullshit spewn out right into our gaping mouths, feeding us like baby birds, stuffing our craving minds with promises. 

Was I the only one knowing? I'm just a John Doe, trying to get by, feels so unbelievable that I was above everybody else. But I could see no other way it could be. I was spared the lies, was I destined for something? Me? I doubt it. Makes me want to kill myself, just to stick it to them. Here's the prophet for you, bloated, a smorgasbord for crabs and fish, drifting about in the river. Hah. There's the prophet for you. 

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