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Ruin Everybody
Give me gander, road to ruin;
there is no peace in blackened blocks.
Give me greens with ardent enzymes
that clog my throat, but taste all right.
When I'm fed and fattened, feral;
the latter me will seek its solace
deep between the nerves and marrow,
hosted just at the base of spines.
Fed my fill and gorged and joyous,
figures say I'd lay to slumber.
But those who know or know me better
would likely lock their doors to me that night.
