It's
the final breath
Blowing
up to the sky
There
is nothing left
In
its imagination
Everything
said and done
It
is just a burden to the people
Nothing
seems right by itself
Using
money can't pluck the holes
The
apparatus in use
The
human values all forget
It
is the position and power
Crawling
up in the mind
The
gong has sounded
Blasting
through in the mind
The
count down of a fall
The
tilting tower the fear in the eyes
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