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Dilapidated Treasurers

We are agents of demise,
Bred to consume this paradise,
When our facades fail to disguise,
Our unholy unity.

We are citizens of state,
Hinged to heap our arms race,
Like clockwork rays to a wolf’s brace,
Sheep to prey,
We are agents of demise…