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Who was the dancer of death? 
You went for the kill, 
and not for the killer. 

The frail armistice. You 
launch a drive for the drill. 
It was more than what― 

meets the eye. Looks like an 
Armageddon. You begin in earnest 
to ward off the paranoia. 

Nativity was at stake. A 
captive psyche fights the fading 
memory. Your face goes blank. 

My things and your things. 
It should not have happened this way. 
It should not have happened that way.