Before we’re broken
Completely, we’ll break it down
For you and ring the changes
Of opinions as we fall
Below the devil’s blanket,
Rupturing monotonies
Of poor, oscillating time,
Returning time to the arms
Of time’s parents, change,
Creation, degradation.
His blanket’s a tapestry
Woven of conquest,
The conquest of entropy
By breaking information.
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