Panels of light hold you back
Channels of life mold the facts
Changes your sight to gold on racks
Things you don’t desire
Wile away your pile of days
Shrug and sway thru the guile of haze
While they say it’s done this way
I’ll take my chances with fate
Crock of bile from crocodiles
Mocking reptile, tear damp smile
Mark your dial, here comes exile
Oxen riled pound the aisle
Goring all who stand in the way
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