trample on my feet
you will never lace my mind
with your own silverspoon
however mighty worthy you
deemed your silverspoon may be
passsed on many tracks and byways
from the celestine river that your
grandpa general crossed in wintry nights
suffocating the rebels with his brittle sword
yank out your past make it mine
jerk it out of your plug socket- see the spark
that's the electrocution coming down your nerves
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