Phase One they say is where he lay,
Heading home an hour night far from day.
Beat he got, but not Karouac's kind.
Beat be got, right out of his mind.
Young man, sweet years floor layer it's told.
No chance now he'll ever grow old.
Bashed he got, for cash or just spite.
Bashed he got, no fight just flight.
Coma they say, karma coma for his assilants.
Sensless acts they carry heavy fraught to the grave.
Life snuffed out, reason unknown.
Life snuffed out, season turns cold.
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