Panjandrum
I dig the light that dies for later
Felled at last for night time's stack
Equalising alma maters
Enemies look back
I dig how unknown levels bait us
Filling the bread-less bred-well gap
Demonising those that hate us
Laying the fear-fresh trap
I dig panjandrum's swelled hiatus
Mocking the makeshift classless fact
Revenge is sweet as sweet potatoes
Keep all my wars in tact
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