I sit around in a circle with others deciding whether or not
to build or ask for the tools
Their stories sad as they are true rings through silence
like a knife to butter
They ask, why should I renovate this or that?
It is said around their ears echoing
To change is death
They are told to bring nothing
Come time, it will require the obliteration of what you
think might die
Yet people still ask of the validity of this news
I guarantee a look that it is you
No morbid calculations or speculation
It is you
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