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von Punchline Hunting Season

On these grim days
Where rulers from ancient pasts
Have come to rise
To dictate one′s own sweet time


Primitive and bygone
Ways to repress
The elder awake
With the intent to annihilate

All forms of joy
The soul of everything
Our demise
Has begun

As we try to free ourselves from the shackles that bind us
To this bleak lie, we call life
Disillusioned by the grandeur of times long gone