Where were you when it started?
And where will you be in the end?
Not asking for proof of a heaven or hell
Not breaking a rule; maybe bend
Rich men with their foolish endeavors
Breathe fire like dragons of lore
A family or two is a small price to pay
When making a few billion more
On a planet just tumbling through chaos
And chaos, it bleeds down below
Absorbed by the mindless among us
Passed on through the seeds that they sow
The Gonzo Wolf 
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