I saw the fearful dread of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the panic.
Now unmanly is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the panic is brave.

A danger, however hard it tries,
Will always be threatening.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the danger,
Gently it goes - the cloudy, the ominous, the sullen.

The fat astonishment sings like an extreme look
Ka-boom. ka-boom, ka-boom.

When I think of the threat, I see impending cases.
Why is it so big?

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