it is ominous to feel
I've put the pieces together
isn't that always
when the other shoe drops
I scream free at last
then the bullet strikes
I escape the war
and then fall off a cliff
it's like being pre-medicated
for the electrocution
or waiting for revolution
till everyone is a capitalist
I've put the pieces together
I see what is coming
my only regret is
I must miss Armageddon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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