tick all the boxes while metronome swings,
fix all the formula extend the tables,
sharpen every stone, leave no roundness,
then all is left is weapons buried in mass graves.
hug the logic, deny the peace,
mutilate every irregular shape,
bigot castles are cold with ease,
then all is left is a husk, eroding with winds.
emr sag
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