Start
Fruits of Babylon,
may ye never rot our souls
as the fall close in.
Middle
I have lived my life
through hurdles of fallen leaves.
The naked trees pose.
End
I never stop as
the sun becomes apparent
through recycled dreams.
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I'm not a slave for entertainment, I'm entertainments personal slave,
So deep into writing I'm concerned bout the text on my grave.
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