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Prometheus
All these gifts, All these blessings in disguise
His mysterious ways, his sadistic delight
From the trees of eden that give a graveyard sigh
To the centipedes within me that just do not die
The students of the earth bicker together, both dung and honey flies
They buzz together, they fly together but alone they shall die
Oblivious to better sunsets, oblivious to a better day
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Friday 8th May 2020 12:46 pm
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