Make No Mistake
Alert! Shut down the presses.
Nothing more to report.
The empty hearted clown confesses.
The missions over, no need to abort.
All the painted wagons rolling.
The absence of magic disappeared.
Local police stopped patrolling.
Laws restored, everyone adhered.
Money bought their silence.
The day began at night.
No one knew of violence.
They thought it was alright.
Quaint restrictions down the road.
Preparing sunlit evenings.
Buying what was bought and souled.
Unprepared for the grievings.
Where can you go to find your way?
When no one has directions.
And everyone decides to stay.
The editors last corrections.
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