After The Fall

I wouldn’t want any ounce of fuel gone to waste
Paints slung upon maids who made a entire civilization
bodies that everyone wanted for their own reclusive misery
Waste away like the time of yesterday;
Losing legacy’s grandest fan,

Soft hums searched the remain
plucking chords, whimpers;
voices vomiting camo pants

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