It was't an accident
My breath smelt no booze
Nor did my own doom choose
The demise was a state project
To shun the ideal-ones who object
I abode by the sacred oaths
Vowed never to woorship the shut mouths
they work off-sided like night moths
trans-night to set abominations on progress
thus my end were due process
I perished in the mouths of a hunter
who kills the bird that guards him
the ground on which I stood sunk
the foundation on which stands an empty bank
my course may dwindle, but reasons prevail
I never designed lurk
but this time the state did its work
to poach those who stand for truth
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