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Flask half empty, glass half full, feel the power of moon shine pull.
Rising tides that raise all ships left in mire of spring tide’s grip.
Sine of father, sine of son, with holy water deed’s done.
Damn the highs and damn the lows slow and steady ruin goes.
Vacillation time is here, reconciliation near?
To spring forward or fall back, time is ever on attack.
Words of madness, no surcease, in this world can we have peace?
Peace be with you, fervent prayer, violence is everywhere.
Rhyming couplets, fourteen beats, sheer nonsense of old goat’s bleat?
Leave it here, no need for more, earth has war on every shore.