How filthy, filthy we are.
We roll around in the dirt.
Even when it rains,
We prefer to swim in the mud.
They say that cleanliness is a lie
in a world made of dirt.
And so I believe them,
and I roll around in the dirt.
But I hear, I hear of someone,
who became dirt, so I maybe clean.
Can it be real?
Can this be true?
Nah, that's not true.
No, we don't need anyone to make us clean.
Just try really hard,
and you'll see, we can make ourselves clean.
You see, but I tried, and I couldn't.
So I just rolled back in the dirt.
And rotted in the filth therein.
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