My love, I've lost you - lost my center
Fighting the world and launching revolutions
And who would've thought that was the lesson?
Nickels and dimes in freefall in the saltmine
Of my wasted indulgent life.
With a bang. Not with a whimper.
When it happens, it will be in a pillar of flame
Trumpeted by the roar of tearing steel
And weeping maidens high on
A tangle of works unfinished.
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