Burn Time
Restless and relentless,Darkness rises from the city floor.The chatter of the night begins.We’re all powder kegs, with short, burning fuses.It’s a singular stance we, all of us, take.Who’s going to look out for you?No one.Tell me lies, but tell them…























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Great to see you here, Mark!
Welcome onboard, Mark!