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No more idle sleeping at the switch.
Couldn’t hear the voices of
old dogs howling secrets to the wind.
Here’s my cold admission:
I’m not a violent man.
Take the lines I wrote for you,
unwrap them from my hands.

Promise to the chosen few,
you will not suffer long.

No one’s on the river tonight.
We headed on,
to the light.

The devil never had a hand in this song.
Folly of a soldier swayed,
charging of a light brigade,
what glories fade away.
In your silent summons,
is there someone there?
Approach with caution,
find a figure painted on a chair.

With shaky hands and shotgun nerves,
your eloquence a fossil gone.
Beam me above, help me over.
It’s unsensational.

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