As the nature dances to the tune of fate
Thus, demise visits us passionately
Perhaps the road was taken
Albeit, I was stolen
My driver, conductor, the road masters
Why did death control your unseen foot?
Powering your gear beyond limit?
Punctuated by a bleak nimbus
Exposing the pregnant skulls
To august rain-
… Juntas and unknown chaps?
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