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Throw yourself on a time bomb 
howling, breaking the words, 
twisting the letters, reciting a prayer 
after the rise of a monomania in the 
face of mankind. 

I am becoming poorer everyday 
by grace of filth all around. Cannot hear 
myself now in the marching band of curses 
and abuse; a scion hides a fawn from 
the eyes of wild bulls. 

A hierarchy of buried skeletons, spineless 
dinosaurs lying under the shadows of technicolor 
maps and letting freeze the time. The music 
was lapped by passersby. The world 
was moving in circle.