Bolstered jacks and regulated guns extra stacks still to come
Dogs that cry within the night and hope for the bombs
Within the momentary disconnect lies the dark of light
Heavy lives and disfigured worlds all surrounded by words
Wishing for the end to come
Deflated backs and situated suns shine false against the nothing
You know what this means You know what this is
Floating disconsolate and wrong forever the victim of God
Still you falter still you procrastinate Hoping
Needier and steadfast wants What you buy you sell a little
Head vibrating burning with the rising tech
Embarking to nowhere and everywhere at once
Seeking the everything that can only be found in nothing
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