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[bodytext] => From within the machine itself Comes the killer who parts in his thinking Across the span of the earth itself The oceans swell to landlocked islands From the eruption of thoughts The fire breathes (in the mixture of the upheaval so vehemently fought a new leader emerges, as the insurgents begin to flee and submerge) From the far reaching, law abiding, Patrons of the arts of war Comes a pant of a dog, a burp of a frog, And a course chirp of the bird, Who sings no more The stage has been set, for not a Moments regret, was considered or spent On the volatility of such a momentous event, Run parallel and concurrent, to the Billions of lives already lent, to the cause Lets take a quick a pause, Out on loan, is the future, Is the end of the song ____________ _______ [comments] => 1 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Lancaster [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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