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Frontal Dent

Slice thy mind, donate.

 

Thy flesh that of the state.

 

We bred you, raised you. Go hate.

 

 

 

This social unrest, uneasy rut.

 

Shadowed debauchery, directors cut.

 

Inside lies blood, the doors shall shut.

 

 

 

Closed off in my mind, insanity breeds,

 

Faded kindness that my heart needs,

 

Drowned in blood, tied by reeds.

 

 

 

I snap.

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samuel-mcloughlin
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Jun 5, 2010
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