Below is a word, makes me feel small
But for no reason
Because well, why would I?

Divine, that's what I am
Drop the gun
Dust and killing, would you?

Cold above, make it work
Can't help it
Cover it all up, will they do?

Poolside, upstate uptown
Placed next to me
Praise be to me, where do I go?

Try the poet, after you
Tired after all
Toneless before, when will it be?

The End

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