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Nerves To Touch The Great Ending alphabet Z stands for zero
Operation, isolate the state, hound its hero.
Pump and siphon out every bit, very discreet.
Target the homebound
Blast their body and mind
we have the boss chained,
in our compound.
He will make statements to our tunes
“Bearer, don’t forget his bones,”
“Yes master,” replied the caretaker
dressed in khaki uniform, kurta pantaloon.
“You mighty giants; what so wrong we did,
by earn from hard work, water, shed, to feed?”
“ Why should it give you nights sleepless,
that you plot and scheme, incessant, against us?”
Great poem. It has a lot of perceptive, diologue, creativiity, and charm. I'm very glad I read it.