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Dining With The Devil

I mused on how we all have lost our minds,
How we now wine and dine with our devil.
How gullible we could be to his subterfuge.

… said we are one, said we should all come together, never mentioned it was at our own expense.
We decrease in numbers whilst they add pounds of flesh to their already robust skeletons.

But to the disdain, we’d still stand and watch one of us die, in admiration.

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