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The Buster of Rust
He was in a mild rage
As he beat his fort to death
Concede control, he lost himself
Something better would command him
He can't recall, it's over now
The floors are cracking deep
And all his friends would check his pulse
Just to burn their fingertips
Under rampant law of flow
He did his best to end the world
But he overheats and falls off time
And loses all surrounding him
The present say it was a failure
The crier claims it made good sense
The speaker checks and repeats the tones
To justify the hell let loose
They'll shout and bite, for days and days
And none will come out true
The havoc came from he who aches
And only he can find the appeal.
