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The Rose Race
It smells as sweet as heat death
She feels a thorn in her side
He carries a nuclear anvil
They shout at the television set
We eat from the brain outward
I protest life without purpose
She smells as of tomorrow's nectar
He feels a pinprick anger sky
They carry a thousand woes
We shout when myths die
You eat disaster news and trite grin-snippets
I protest war unequivocally
He smells as a hunger flies
They feel the weight of concrete
We carry too many burdens
You shout Cosmo psuedo-psycho sex test
I eat the rose race
She protests protest without planning
We smell the rose race die
We feel car tread of paved street
You carry all hate and hurting
She shouts trees trees war war trees
We eat delicious but no taste
They protest death as an afterthought
