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Driving the pack, from the rear, with a trumpet, with an axe. Driving to the
Precipice, windswept and wet with starving neglect. Eternally carving my cause
On a landscape that's blighted and scorched. I'm blighted and scorched with the
Truth, we don't listen, we shoot, from the blindside. It's a landslide, but in
Hindsight, I thought it was easier. But it's all much too late to turn back, I
Must face an eternally fateless way in a place where my orders echo my torturous
Ghosts. An a space with no windows, I'm counting the touch. all this time to
Reflect on my crimes to humanity. I'm screaming profanities, just give me a
Chance to start over again. I confess, yes, I'll do it again.
