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Disappointed Souls

He sounded disappointed after us,
Little men have difficulties,
Little fingers wrap around little men,
Who dine on your brain and shells
Like the living heated souls of a fire.

The animals have skin, but humans
Are the wrecks of our civilisation,
The wretched ones survive and entrance
The lone survivors, who are they now?

Their life means everything to it.
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