Sitting beneath fluorescent lights
Staring at a million flickering sprites
Thinking this man made cocoon
Solid as the earth below the room
But dark clouds rumble out there
The scent of ozone stains the air
Only your reptile brain truly knows
If angry Odin his thunderbolt throws
All tragical and magical will be in train
Wiped away like cobwebs in the rain
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