at the place
where no additives spike the dark
and the distant stars glow so dim
with the feathery whisper of the pine
shall we meet to seal our deal
at the place
where not even the jackals hunt
nor the hyenas salvage for the fallen crusts
and even the tigers deep call doesn't shake
shall we discuss the fate of the plate
at that place
there shall be no mercy
facts and repercussions shall rule the air
blame your false courage you will
but death or life the terms will hold
then with no peace of mind
and guilt of the heart
the survivor shall soar from the brief depth
taunted by the place mocked by the jackal
who by instinct avoided the doom;
of the place
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