I want to believe hard I just
saw the last one if its kind
but time is pitiless
and I have trouble with my mind
Heaven knows there's nothing
to say that hasn't been said before
I hoped if it was not enough convict
maybe at least it would start to bore
the beast asleep that rouses and shouts
for old comforts in the night
but did not stupefy
my sense of wrong and right
not at the midnight
no not at the third
the last one of its kind lives
on the strength of just my word
what
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