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Bathing in seas of dumb luck and money
For which you didn't have to work too much
A Chronosynclastic Infundibulum
Arthur comes from the void
In the armies of Mars
(I'll do what you want me to do!)
On the iron slab
(I strangled my friend Steven)
I'll abandon my son
(Because I raped his mother)
And I'll forget it all
Remember
A thing in my brain will hurt me!
Remember
I wrote a note
Chronos, chronos
Every hour brings the earth
Forty-three thousand miles closer
To globular cluster M13
There is no reason why
Good cannot triumph as often as evil
The triumph of anything is a matter of organization
And if angels exist
I hope that they are organized along the same lines of the mafia
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