with all the ambient noise of the kingdom
in that shifting red darkness and heat
and nonsense arguments
from damaged personalities
and (despite the palpable arrogance that reigns)
no one in charge
and all the residue of floods
in states of overwhelming putrefaction
and all the insults aimed at your head
and crude plans being perpetually voiced
by the sinecure employees of this place
it is hard to remember your song
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