pieces of broken light on a dull day
my task is messenger and so i speak
tone bland although i utter a critique
the universe has turned entirely grey
just from my mood so there's a little play
on what is meant that things are not so bleak
we have a paddle and can clear the creek
around each dam we have to find a way
if there's a symbol written on the wall
i clear it off and do not make much fuss
truth has to be left there white as fresh bone
after the slaughter while the mourners bawl
just so we chalk things up as one more plus
and no one says that we have the wrong tone
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