There’s no defense

No immune

It’s a dis/ease

For once that internal switch flips

Your gone for good


The ugly head will rear

Shadows begin to lurk

Till flames engulfed

The hutch becomes

Or the tubes will do

Once you are shafted

There’s nothing else to dO


(The snow birds are circling above us now ready to land, taking down wires, which could mean there’s no sound to heard, even if the cannon is fired)

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