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THE PHALANX (12/09/2021) back Do I feel blinded by something? I can't stand waiting here anymore, Belonging somewhere, hoping for something Thoughtlessness, servitude, I wish I could remember what I was going to say. John was a man who worked nine to five every day, Rubber bones and a concrete skull, Climbing up the walls and taking polygraph tests, The electric movement and the pressure in the air, They don't make them like they used to. Mary was a woman who worked long hours too, The desperate panting of an animal, Inflexible or just frustrated, clones for the new generation, The fragile birthright of tyranny and her heaving lungs, Before too long, they'll surely take hold. Blood and gasoline soaked the scriptures, Fighting the uphill battle, if you can't talk to God, Your alternatives will give you so much more, Within an instant, too, I suppose, But some promises are more fragile than they seem. Try and remember what they taught you Before it all turned into this mess, But should the sun set in the east and rise in the west, I will see it through, You don't forget words like that.