On the opening act;
I am a passenger without a ticket?
The belief:
of a problem!
The race is to the swift. . .
but phone me another day.
The alarm rang twice,
because death strikes at dawn.
A merry life.
A man like any other.
Where the goddess of the stage,
I stand upon reasoned chances
an accursed code.
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