I was the last
To see that final trigger
Truth now six feet under
Justice is my decaying carcass
Fact never to be ever told
I cried deep
Till my soul dried up
I stayed up
When everything was messing
I was in their thoughts
As they smiled broadly
"Mission over".
I Was The fix
Of The mix
I miss their kiss
As they harass humanity.
I am a carcass
At work.
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