So here we are
going in
reverse
Backward
from where
we want to be
Who is to blame?
Easy
Ourselves
Our own self
destruction
goes
up
down
The huge
battle
clouded by
familiar cigarette smoke
Curling in
the same familiar stale air
Moving down
to Silvertown
Where poets
sleeping with Mozart
just hope
he sticks
the program
instead of them
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