We're in a perpetual state
of dying, but we don't
want to talk about it
When will I turn
into my father?
When will I turn
into his father?
Asleep in the desert
she sings; she sings
Trials and Errors
occur in the moonlight
Rockets Red Glare
falls on deaf ears
Secrets revealed
an untimely state
Even those close
have something to say
The eyes twitch and
the muscles jump
In my time of dying
I won't sit and judge
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