they're all astonishment
i meet them in a row
quite where and when and what
they say: dunno
say rather who and what
since we don't follow
translate translate
or better: go
welll i am at it
staying on the show
and share as much as
possible to know
detached elite
still leave me out, though -
while unbegrudged i
think that their blood's flow
ain't humanized
you watch your carnage -
decidedly achieving quid pro quo
i might get dunnos off the hook
by getting low
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