By distant moon
Date: 4 December 2000
03. Freshery
Welcome to the freshery
A preformatted room
A tabletop of excellence
A wastelands bitter brood
Filthy from the teeth, he screams
They can sense the stains
But smiling eyes can't see
All the bitter claims
But he walks in the room
So blatant and distraught
Future of the world?
Hardened astronaut
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