It’s a terror plot
To have them dodging bombs
And tasting dirt
They have to stand the heat
Even when
Their performance is covered up
By pioneers who’ve died fighting
And those with cancer
All trying to rid the monsters
Their headaches fizzle
As they discover unfinished symphonies
They take a flying leap
To interact
It’s the next big thing
Less pressure comes
From bold hospitality
It comes from the comfort
Of lullabies and vacations
It’s a mystery
And we can only survive
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