You're an ant.
You're a soldier,
You're a worker,
You're a liar.
Building nests and always reaching ever higher
but you're still barely anything.
A downward slant.
When we started,
When we guarded,
When we parted,
So sure of ourselves; we never even started
to patch up anything.
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