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Too Late
Distraction is their game
Like lambs to slaughter we cull
Hear their laughter when our heads are cradled by the guillotine
Our eyes alight with revelation
Their slight is realized too late
Like lambs to slaughter we cull
Hear their laughter when our heads are cradled by the guillotine
Our eyes alight with revelation
Their slight is realized too late
Published 13th May 2014
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