| Flies have taken this perverse asylum
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| Disease has hold where others would not dare
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| Forced confessions — colony of lepers
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| Deathly stench is clinging to the air
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| Footsteps where there should not be a presence
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| Starving voices groaning in despair
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| Sadistic maestro wields the scalpel like a bull-whip
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| Erratic technique sprays the walls with blood
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| Cold horizon of unmarked graves
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| Ledger entry — numbered days
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| Laughing shadows — labyrinth eyes
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| Bandaged in a cloak of lies
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| Unwanted visitor levitates, comes to taunt me
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| Tormented prisoner, no escape from this haunting
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| Sideshow in this carnival of nightmares
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| Perspiration frozen to my brow
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| Altered with a steady-handed ice pick
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| Fragments of me dripping to the floor
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| Down the corridor to the furnace and beyond
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| Ingested by the smokestack then ejected further on
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| Random rearranging in that crucible of death
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| The shadow of that silo is my final chariot |