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"Nero A Hit"
He'll go black
Attempting to reason it
What a world
A disdain
That infects
So magnetic
Poetic justice
Blinded by spirits
Drinking our hearts out
A blend of common
Indignation
A curse which cures boredom
Predestination
Flicker ashes into a fish bowl
Reckless concern
For aims which bind
Hands tied for
A lover of finer things
Will always sin
My mouth trap
Baited with open sores
A midnight feast
For the creatures
That possess
The will to be alone
