Not all that diverges
can meet in the middle
if there is no common ground
The adversary horn must sound
hear that noise
it’s the world’s smallest fiddle
that there’s no chance at peace
not on this watch not on this lease
yet still I’m going to try
while your rough beast slumps
while your candidate stumps
I’ll even try to hope
for a door that says enter
flashing for a middle man
doing what tiny bit he can
what
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