An end to come with much delay
A society drugged through an integral vein
No clots on bloodless wounds
No tears on ductless eyes
Lampoon the death of a temporary shrine
Torture the driver of the rental car
Destroy the dreams of a motherless child
Curse the day away
Leveled ground where you stand
Flames licking the soles of your shoes
Your skin crackle from the dry heat
You die, you quit; You quit, you lose
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