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58 Apology Now that the work is done What are we to do with the tools? And what now that you have spoken And your contrite here borne? What can we say, nay do? Where is our will To drag you to the slaughterhouse And our pound of flesh demand? Apology The power Of the word over the gun SPS (Split Personality Syndrome) The Devil blames the God in you They say you are kind I say wicked you I see sorrow in your eyes You feel gay, you say On both sides of the street Neighbours, virtue and vice, dwell The ideal being, one in body, double in nature Circumstance, the victor in it all ...

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