All hail the sound of ignorance
As they pass by above.
Bearing your blade
With your balance out of pocket.
Cold business is done down here.
Cold business has no echo down here.
Decorum saw it's reflection
And struggle did they strangle.
Even the piercing ring
Flies off the wire.
Gashing the throat.
Hindering the ire.
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Author:
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