| With a sterile preception of a reformation that was made through a cell
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| A sympathy assumed to those who are societies decrepit ones
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| A psuedo being accepted, before a truth exposed to all
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| Protected by those protecting
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| Failure to abide, outside our
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| Failure to atone outside of our protection
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| You should have been thrown, outcast, directly to the lions
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| Without thought or despair, an extradition to real justice
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| A suited ghost existence void of numbers and statistics
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| A scarring alteration, a sign of what you truly are
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| Disfigured then released, forever recognized by none
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| But recognized, by all who behold your monstrous figure
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| Entrapped, by an advert for your ever sickening state of mind
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| Left in scorn, abolished and adhorred, removing skin and flesh
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| Scraping out your putrid tissue
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| Remold your facial form with nails and screws drilled deep into your skull
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| Into your skull, rebuild to reform
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| Your wounds stitched deeply scarring, you’re true identity
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| Cast back to this world with disfigured anonymity
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| Mutilated dilapidated remanence
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| Eternally incarcerated by your voilations to this earth |