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2003-10-11 - 6:03 a.m.

It rots the marrow in the bone

It clots the blood flow metronome

It saps the root

It craps the shoot

It traffics loot

Its graphic suit

Continues trumping every flute

Until the merge subdues the sum

Of the chorus, wind and drum

Percussion's bounce upon the tramp

O lean away -- this ain't band camp

This weighty pounce won't give an ounce

Once final counts engulf the rounds

And hazily you bob and weave

You wonder if you'll ever leave

your feet-first fears compound each blow

Defeat's cursed years are hanging low

And you forget the things you know

Unconsciousness says you must go

Paralysistic undertow

This is the broadway deference show

the dark contagion sets the stage and

curtains raise and music plays and

gradually it starts to haze and

Roy is agin'

Tiger's ragin'

got him by the throat and gauged him

dragged him off the stage for fun

the final act won't be outdone

for years you've said you tame the beast

but what if terror were increased?

and all you knew fell to the ground

no lights, no food, no other sound

than inner turmoil in your head

it's time you knew God's peace instead

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