Some may live to sabotage
their gas station rigged to blow
Their goal to rip someone down
Though I and mine won´t be caught bathing in the ugly
Some terrible stench of fear pouring off the saboteurs
I will not stink as they do nor smell their odour
As they attract the sharper teeth between us
As they are torn apart by terror
It belongs to them strapped fast
the symbolic chalice now recieved and passed
Culprit well stuck in the chair of proxy
Oh what a tangled web we weave
not a shred of credit
gone like Southern autumn leaves
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