The most dangerous game
played with crosses and naughts
Look where mathematics got us
Who woulda thought trinity could be
So thoughtless
I smell peril it stinks in here
I smell danger I smell fear
I smell a rat something rotten
Scratching at the back of my mind
Something I’ve forgotten
I watch the news for secret signs
I wait for what tasks
the overlord assigns
I wait to go all the way crazy at last
for the signal
for the omen
for the ocean
for the blast
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