Bottoms Up

The end is the beginning
Wherever you may go, and so
Where bodies are piled up
Wearing masks,
You all walk through the broken wood
And, trying to stay sane,
The hands shake, knees bend,
Rules are far-off tour guides.
Standing off in the distance,
You gaze upon the curled path and find
You're at the beginning once more.

(Now read it bottom line up)

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