So this monster with the orbs of green
More fatal than it once did seem,
Contagious leaking yellow veins,
Numeric dominance still reigns,
Go forth and feed the biting jaw
Hot, sweaty air that will allure
Questions to soothe a burning heart,
Pacified not by truth for start,
I know not of the feeling 'still'
Echoing, so sweet and shrill:
Am I the rescue or lost at sea?
Am I goal over obstacle or is obstacle me?
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