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Hands clawing outward from a mass grave Mouth gasping for air, Lungs filled with invisible smog Mind too indoctrinated to care Pressed in against the walking dead Face to face, toe to toe – Clammy fingers entwining by seeing Unseeing eyes staring into a blank void you well know Drifting with the metal cage Jerking back, coasting sideways, never flinch Some escape, more cram in – Nearing hellish Purgatory inch by inch A screeching halt, your turn to flee – Into the glass maze obediently file Skinner's rats – jolted by punishment Yet tomorrow you’ll do it again – another card on the pile.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 5:59 AM UTC
Art on the Underground
Hands clawing outward from a mass grave Mouth gasping for air, Lungs filled with invisible smog Mind too indoctrinated to care Pressed in against the walking dead Face to face, toe to toe – Clammy fingers entwining by seeing Unseeing eyes staring into a blank void you well know Drifting with the metal cage Jerking back, coasting sideways, never flinch Some escape, more cram in – Nearing hellish Purgatory inch by inch A screeching halt, your turn to flee – Into the glass maze obediently file Skinner's rats – jolted by punishment Yet tomorrow you’ll do it again – another card on the pile.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 5:59 AM UTC
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