Every beast is unique
Every creeper has mystique
I've checked them all
Smoking cigars
And driving punch-drunk cars
While sniffing ethanol
Upper lip-hip
Unaware of the implications
Ground is charred
With no regard
For the laws of nations
Truth revealed
In letters sealed
If you have the patience
We all recall
The silent fall
The ancient conflagration
Riding high on cycles virtuous
And hikes you take to church no less
It makes you tall
On a scale of one to ten
Get to the end and back again
Behind the wall
Upper lip-hip
Unaware of the implications
Ground is charred
With no regard
For the laws of nations
Truth revealed
In letters sealed
If you have the patience
We all recall
The silent fall
The ancient conflagration
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Every beast is unique
Every creeper has mystique
I've checked them all
Smoking cigars
And driving punch-drunk cars
While sniffing ethanol
Upper lip-hip
Unaware of the implications
Ground is charred
With no regard
For the laws of nations
Truth revealed
In letters sealed
If you have the patience
We all recall
The silent fall
The ancient conflagration
Riding high on cycles virtuous
And hikes you take to church no less
It makes you tall
On a scale of one to ten
Get to the end and back again
Behind the wall
Upper lip-hip
Unaware of the implications
Ground is charred
With no regard
For the laws of nations
Truth revealed
In letters sealed
If you have the patience
We all recall
The silent fall
The ancient conflagration
Every creeper has mystique
I've checked them all
Smoking cigars
And driving punch-drunk cars
While sniffing ethanol
Upper lip-hip
Unaware of the implications
Ground is charred
With no regard
For the laws of nations
Truth revealed
In letters sealed
If you have the patience
We all recall
The silent fall
The ancient conflagration
Riding high on cycles virtuous
And hikes you take to church no less
It makes you tall
On a scale of one to ten
Get to the end and back again
Behind the wall
Upper lip-hip
Unaware of the implications
Ground is charred
With no regard
For the laws of nations
Truth revealed
In letters sealed
If you have the patience
We all recall
The silent fall
The ancient conflagration
Writer: Charlie Weber
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