Here we lay, in pang of sheer pain. Encryptions from the ancient papyrus. Our tiny arms attached to som visible ribs plead 4 mercy. Imposition ever tasted in d colosseum. Mothers give of their marrow in sarcastic agony. Our knees went sour as their gravel land we knelt. Dis our future, voices echoed in unison. D academic gods has visited us with tyranny. TRCN, all fingers are not equal. Yet we lay, let d quasi-gods pronounce verdict. Socrates,Aristotle will curse dis generation. Those who turned education to enrich their insatiability
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