that point
of black
and dripping tipping
toppling dark
down
under-
ground war
building bridges
impossible hills to climb
dripping tipping
toppling down
the spilling point
is where it's gone
it's gone wrong
for too long
the bridge is broke
the hill a hot mess
it looks worse
in a dress
dirty torn
we all mourn
this senseless journey
for eternity
wear it out
break it in
build it up
and stack the hill
and even then
we're in it still
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