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Wandering through the chaos the battle has left,
Social Security took care of this lad.
We climb up a mountain of human flesh,
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.
A young figure sits still by a pool,
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool.
(He is you)
We watch in reverence, as
Narcissus
is turned to a flower.
A flower?