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Feb 2021
"News"
How fun is it to stay inside your cage
Reading a script from the given page
Rot away or receive your wage
Feed off the rust and **** slave

"Factory Floors"
Wave away H2S as I asphyxiateΒ Β 
Corpse still strung on by opiates
Strung out to facilitate production
Combustion, institutions, and human waste

"Hedgerows"
Trained to work tenderize the pork
Worlds burning on its axis they call that winning
Champagne uncorked to celebrate burnt pitchforks
Worlds spinning on averages call that living

"Holders"
Hate and madness marches on the enemy
The friendless say that that's a friend to me
Pain holds hands with misery forms a circle
Maintain and enter me to continue the cycle

"Paper Hands"
If you lose your will to fight then fall from the fire light
Pitch black abyss or pure white emptiness both lack sight
To and forth I vacillate from deep black to blinding light
I reject it and accept it because neither is right

"Diamonds"
Pop there goes your whole stock
The worlds leaking from its locks
As you try to cannibalize your flock
Not wolves your mocked by the sheep
Bard
Written by
Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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   KorbydAngyle
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