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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 � � |