Encased
In: is taste
Adventure and pain,
Mal...
Anthraxian paste.

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Entreat. What a treat
Treat take, speak in slur
Speak high pitched, and poised like verb.

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Speak,
And be a being-
Taste the granules my good sir.

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Why in place
Of talk and words
Can leaves appear, and usurp their roles?
Incontent.

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Unconnected, perfected in posture
Stand tall as statue in excellent valkra.

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Moulding our children
Our wives and women
Our sons-
And silent heathens we hold within.

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Capped soul,
Capped soul.
Effect: brushed with steal wool.

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Biases become belief
Dreams- reality
And still reliant upon it.

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"It" is the driving force in our lives
We cant let go or compromise
Always controlling, for joy- for pain
Pulsating fever, in brain
Pulsating stacatto
A memory always wiped away-
(Or manufactured, for a brighter day.)

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Mercy on us
Another arrives
To cure your new self/served alibi.
(White coat wizard
Bless me I tell...)
Bless me I tell...

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All of my,
Feet are sick
From walking these plains
These cold hard ******
The road is rough
In this city white...
This city so stark white...

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Inside, they all seem alive!
But its a waking dream
Glazed over eyes.
(Vertical dismemberment,)
No more trash pail
This whole land is a landfill.