I’m awake
I get your algebraic
you talk in tongues
a greasy word salad
of butchered truths
and fantastic remedies
that signify your filth
and lack of imagination
just another outrigger
of the one big lie
you are totally artificial
and your computations
always add up to zero
we were all witnesses
to your empty promise
that we’d stand together
when game got rough
but where were you
when we were singing
our death songs?
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