FUMBLED and crawed, into your space,
all systems down, abort, abort.
HUDDLED together, in a big bad church,
all systems down, abort, abort.
BOUNDED by silence, we all become
stuped and lost, all systems down,
abort, abort............
I found some insight in this sheltered
place, a mudane order of right from
wrong, all systems down, abort, abort..
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