We all know

And yet do not have the facts

We claim to be there

And yet are in other rooms

In other buildings

On other geographic localities

We are the kindness in your cereal

When your cereal is the murder

We love you to death

And smother you like your grandma

But as a reminder

She died of dementia and stomach bleeding

In a gulag in Ukraine

So good luck loving me

Good luck caring

Physics and nature have got their eye on your life

Thank the grim! for being there

All in all

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