Magical thinking
doesn't help a bit
the need's extreme
this age is plain unfit
I am become catastrophe
blind and random
whoever's got the keys
should be forced to unhand them
oh but by whom
and into whose hand?
No glory be here
and no promised land
I promised I'd look up
that I would dream brighter
it's a hard row though
I am yet still a fighter
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