Its taken, and rarely given back
No good reason but im feeling discontent
Im going to destroy all the precepts
And ive seen how the building crumbles
Consider yourself obsolete
A strike so subtle
The last chapter in a poison verse
No illustration
The pages are all torn and withered
This is the blueprint to an unhappy end
Lights and camera lights and action
A strike so subtle takes the breath from you
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