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Untitled #1 (LJI s8 t2)
Ready. Aim. Fire; Blight the land
Make a stand; Treat me godly
"I won't go! Never let go!"
A growl grunted. She fleetly flinched
We will die. We all die
Blood and bruises; fellow felt feeble
The devil's sweepstakes, staining each cover
Radio buzzed air, each slipped note
Industry in atrophy, the future rusted
Gathers no moss; reassembling the ends,
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