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Shall we as brothers locked arm and arm

March over the cliff ears muffed hearing

Solitary propaganda through clipped ears

Indistinct sounds of muffled mutterings

Perchance just serendipitous, impromptu

Guided to a chance reunion with destiny

Meanwhile in the eternal cosmos a God

Hopefully has his finger on the button

And in a moment of clarity says, “Stop.”