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Burn your bridges and sing it loud,
So they'll hear it across the way.
Proclaim your freedom in a doctrine of minor chords.
Is there enough bleach at the scene to get the blood off the floor?
Refine, round off
be swift like the wolf;
Press and search for more.
Survival of the fittest in the consumer age
Designer-fed liveStockholm syndrome
All this sitting has stunted the growth.
These windows taunt us like skylights in luxury caskets.
In the cemetery,
we are but trees;
Our roots in the graves tradition
Our branches in the gallows of drought
Strictly spiritual in nature


Note: Title was the best I could come up with at the given moment