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I will fade into the night with fervor as the bombs of tomorrow  ring loudly today.   The Recluse ne'er to be seen, forces contemplations  Of actions, acts of Volition in the framework, The veins of today.   This monstro...

I will fade into the night with fervor

as the bombs of tomorrow 

ring loudly today.

 

The Recluse ne'er to be

seen, forces contemplations 

Of actions, acts of

Volition in the framework,

The veins of today.

 

This monstrous spider

webbing through the country

as a corner fills with cobwebs,

It needs dusting,

To rid itself of grime.

 

The action will not be a sweeping maneuver

however,

An explosion

Into, onto 

Not which my name will stick

But my ideals, my ideas.

 

Let the Rich idols, full of greed feel

The shock, flame, and tremor of

my passion.

Let them face the truth of our

Country and their

Web of Lies in

Cataclysm.

 

If I survive,

I have failed.

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