| Constrained, find no solace here, my finite quest lies paralysed
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| Sequestering dreams internally — indemnify my will to die
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| Closed iron bars adorn my home, a palisade? |
| A palindrome?
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| The red regalia’s savage chafe… has sealed this bastard’s fate
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| An annuloid penitentiary, in which humanity suffers brutality
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| An aristocracy of inconsistency, whose hierarchy exalts monotony
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| But your apology is sheer hypocrisy — a masquerade with no integrity
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| Forever drowning slowly in a sea of deathly dreams
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| A caustic embrocation to the mental wounds of fear
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| Is this fantasy? |
| — or insanity?
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| Mindless fascination with the cracks which rise and fall
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| Constant masturbation to the pictures on my wall
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| An epitaph to frustration, a nightmare, base disorientation
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| A hopeless quest, I cannot rest
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| A shackled man, withheld, oppressed
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| Pallor taints my haggard face, I strain and struggle to remain
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| A member of the human race
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| Smash! |
| Lash! |
| Slap! |
| And crack! |
| — stretched and wrenched upon the rack
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| Whipping, dripping, stripping slices cruelly from an aching back
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| Piece by piece, torn apart, but still they cannot break my heart
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| Or my spirit’s deep elation
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| This butchery, a bloody proof for those who cannot hear the truth
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| Should not be loosed on any nation |