One verbal warning
Next time super shotgun like Doom II
No more super saving no more close shaves
Shaving against the grain
Betraying my liege for one night with Ygraine on her knees
Keep nuclear secrets on unencrypted floppies
My exhibition was a flop, nuclear triptych became city property
When I couldn’t fulfil my obligations or pay my tax properly
Declared bankrupt, bank vault rusted, back hurts knees busted
I was rushed to hospital when my corrupted arteries finally failed to start
Soon they managed to jumpstart me and I remember only darkness
Ice in my veins since I came back, life lived in vain, in pain, enflamed
I watched Zoas come to pray, vast parade of animate flames.
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