Behind every shadow, hides the daemon of gain.
Virile, viral, progenitor of shame.
Exposer of "the lackluster", exposure of "the vain".
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Thanatos, Thanatos,
Shadows, Chains.
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O Muse of Muses,
brilliant, mundane.
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Thanatos, Thanatos,
to you I bow.
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O Muse of thy blog,
Aid me now!
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Breath of my last,
half a drink in my glass,
the young die so fast,
to be a part of the mass.
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End.
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