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Toy soldiers hit the floor around,
As a single cat chases its prey, profound,
The room is silent save that gentle patter,
While the hungry feline continues to batter.

A swirl of stars in complex design,
More than enough to make any man resign,
The twist of fate that loads the metal,
While empty husks attempt to settle.

Past forgotten, lives begone,
This violent night keeps going on,
Even when there is no more to do,
It will never stop following you,
This lie, this life, chasing forever,e
Can it ever stop? - never,
Blood drips from the cavern walls,
Drawn freely from the room of balls;

Toy soldiers hit the floor in turn,
Gunned down each time, forced to burn,
The room is silent save the gentle patter,
As this hungry feline continues to batter.
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