A complex momentous shift,
scrubs and bread,
water with alkaline sweetness.
Recovering to tell,
a long pause,
a disgraced displaced soul.
Vicious cycle cries out for an end.
Too sick to repeat,
a topical glory.
Here is the sore.
The root with broken arrows,
and twisted carols that no longer resounds.
Judgment for the strong,
and the poorest weakest survive,
yet floods consume us all.
Here is the end.
Nevermore.
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