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We listen to hellish static as the wind blows in my face

great metal structures of twisted silver and green reach up into the blue night sky

as if reaching for the stars high above

mocking me as I sit stuck on cramped highway on-ramps

a sacrificial roadside killing

you'll see it on the news in the morning.

Murder or Martyrdom?

Crisp city of twisted green steel, you bring meaning to an otherwise worthless existence.

In death, I'll get my recognition

I'll master martyrdom

for LOVE.

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