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The fuse is lit, wrapped against your wrists Prisoner of freedom, prisoner of **** Grip dissident fists, slip, and miss the government. An insignificant kiss across unfeeling skin, Desensitized to the reeling of our unified minds The serpent, the centipede that dually writhe inside, Left and right, tickling spite to erupt in minacious laughter As the herd move along our prayers slither into the slaughter. Plastered proclamations and pinned ignorance: “I voted for a puppet” but who’s the ventriloquist? -SLuR
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
Paul, it ticks.
The fuse is lit, wrapped against your wrists Prisoner of freedom, prisoner of **** Grip dissident fists, slip, and miss the government. An insignificant kiss across unfeeling skin, Desensitized to the reeling of our unified minds The serpent, the centipede that dually writhe inside, Left and right, tickling spite to erupt in minacious laughter As the herd move along our prayers slither into the slaughter. Plastered proclamations and pinned ignorance: “I voted for a puppet” but who’s the ventriloquist? -SLuR
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
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