O Weird Suns Telepathic masses of iridescent gas, Confuse for me This song of the many-biased man, Who after he had mocked
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The sacredest beliefs of the hated outgroup Was made to wander About the territory without a map, Not knowing true from false
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While his heart Through all the signalling Ached in confusion to stop thinking And relax with some dank memes. Vain hope—for them!
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For his ingroup he no longer understood, Their feeds filled with strange claims; And fools, Who failed to consider
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The many considerations in the manual! Wherefore the Suns immanentized Another eschaton.
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Make our Twitter feeds confusing for us, In all their memetic glory, O Suns.
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