Everyone expects
A bang!
A surprise!
Shock and chaos
reflected in wide blue eyes
But falling in its own footprint
The detritus simply smokes
Blinding our eyes
little surprise
we can’t realize
The truth of the state
which we create
Too close we’ve come
too far we’ve been
we now seek something in between
In degenerate times
it is impossible to build purely
Follow the path out
and do not rejoice in death
make good use of this little time left
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Controlled Demolition