You inject your poison at daybreak
as if you festered it the night.
By noon I succumb to the downing antidote,
strong drink to numb the wound you've inflicted.
On the eve of extinction, whoever exits first,
will impart deserving rest to those who survive us.
Where no harm's been caused,
forgiveness is wasted.
Where speech is sparse,
wrongdoings gleam Spartan.
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