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Fools have no place in a philosopher's trade
Bleeding his kill in the bed that he has made
A glassy eyed script fed to the starving pack
While they pick the bones he slips away
Man is wolf to man time and time again
Digesting ourselves into extinction
Insist on bruised flesh of old wounds you've sewn shut
Laying claim to the soil that turns to stone
Here she is buried but no one dares sing her song
Nothing grows here beyond the seed of his ghost
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