The bull-shit of it all is clear,
The bull-shit that the end is near.
People panic in their idiotic ways,
Fearing we are nearing the end of days.
Weak minds listen to the first idiot,
Making fools of themselves seems to be a habit.
Even the educated join this ridiculous circus,
The number of clowns these days are countless.
In the end all that's left is bull-shit,
A crowd of idiots with little to no wit.
The bull-shit is spreading at a fast rate,
DOn't step on it, watch every step you take.
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