And i am one too
Your most vital organ
Played and played and played
Poetry metaphor and simile
All and all breaks from reality
And fall after fall
We learn some and all
To retreat from
Their knavish mortality
The Callous are fools
And i am one too
skin all lacquered and brined
Hard and harder and hardest
Name all the trees you see
And still not see the forest
In This club of exclusivity
That Never rises above their basest proclivity
Mechanical hearts
Beat imperfect symmetry
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