tin rush :: ba

"Life! Life?
You're sure? You're sure!

People! People?
Humans? Humans!
Do I wander pounded streets
expect to find some happy yang
when fascists race to rape?

You're absolute? You're absolute!
Sod.
Sod the safe, the faerie snow.
I'll come."

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