If they called hierarchy, when the truth of the law echoes, the height, order, and sequence, the idea of insurance, would claim a higher spot than peace and love, ready, aim, is it obvious to all that goodness lays there, Neptune or Uranus, god, I hope I don’t become famous, and it is not I who pulls strings, like the wind, the grim reaper claiming lives, is there dust, stars in the sky, what’s your sign, you may have to get descriptive, and write a story, blue-collar poet, and it's defining feature, art and the universe, in and out, an anus, making love always…

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