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MERITOCRACY Mesh. Network. The spider has the fly Entrapped in webbing - waiting to die. Rapacious widow with your red hourglass, Is my time at its end? Will these breaths be my last? Taciturn predator, be swift on this course Outsider poisoned then drained of life's force Captured by darkness in it's own sullen craft Remorse nonexistent on survival's behalf As vitality slips from me like the dreams I once sought Caught up in succeeding or so I once thought You are quick as your venom paralyzing me now as what fight I have left no time will allow |
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