The choicest black
still dirty as hell
I tell you I'm a mix it
I'm a ring a bell
And pull the whole thing
down to a pool of light
behold the real
this is the anthracite
There are some stones
you just can't make come clean
Thankfully
we port our glee
onto a virtual machine
Where we write the rule
to suit the fugue most golden
we only pay to play
and are to none beholden
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