"last song"
ants come marching in
soldiers had to go
barging in like never a moment will
give a chance again
fired up egotrip
as volatile as the sun
catch that mudfish on your tongue
shark-toothed word slips like one
a calm but resentful acid rain
fits into this stark raved place
angels played along with their harps
on fitted circle-in-square days
viscid liquefied life
in an empty can of beans
annotated by your inconceivable
pointless justification
fed with all the bullshit
now im full
we quit like kids hiding and seeking
then sanity like ants
come marching in
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