We try to sleep all the way
to another existence
But we don't recognize
that, in work,
our solution lies
So complacency
swallows the day
And pretty soon
We'll all be dead
Just a flavour
on the
Monster's Breath
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poetry about love and drinking
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When will the day come when you can relax without fear of apathy?
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