Crowds and Collective Thugs,

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In drifting thought,

Through cloudy days,

Of rain and dew,

Of skies of blackened ridge,

Folded under the above,

I walk among the crowds and collective thugs,

My feet shift in tune, to the song they play,

I do not waver from all they say,

Thrashing seas, of green, strip bare,

Beneath the trees, leaves debris,

In succession, we walk subdued,

Feeding off the lies they abuse.