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Aug 2020
Look at what we've done
Through whispers lost in confidence
Contemplate with the gun
Cause here it comes
Its all coming undone
All is lost and none is won

Machines of steel and estates
Grindstones sharpen the state
And dust is our fate
As of late
She hardly wakes
To sirens over the lake

Who poisoned the well
With liquor and bubbly swell
In the noon we drank swill
And in the morn we fell
None left that can tell
Who slipped the pill

I guess this is it
While children throw a fit
We already left
To enjoy the remnant
Drowsy from death time to light
Set it all alight

A funeral for the future
Make-up and sutures
A body in its sepulcher
Pay respect to who we ******
All respect to our sole benefactor
Cry and lie aren't we great actors
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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