The gang crowds over a table once again
Where this naked body, lies etherized
Someone complains about the stink
But no one does anything about the rot
They talk of gods and demons
Conversations linger like dragonflies
Over squalid waters on summer noons
Conversations drift like smoke from a dying cigarette
They discuss everything that needs to be done
In next moment, forgetting it all
They whisper one moment, and then yell
Forgetting the oaths that bind them to each other
Perhaps the world has already ended
Perhaps it's waiting for the death knell
Disinterested, they ask each other's well being
Removed from reality, they lie, all well
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