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they must not sleep
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now they talk about their broken dreams
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now one of them screams
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they are turning violent!
tick-tock
can they not survive the gas stimulant?
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his vocal cords are torn!
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God forbid,  if one of them becomes his clone!
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The others don't react
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They know they are getting monitored,  they don't wanna go back
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We don't want to be freed, they said
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On their own skins they fed
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they killed soldiers six
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the doctors do not have a fix
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All 5 of them seemed pleasured by the pain
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For this mystery,  who was to be blamed?
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few of them died on the operation table
tick-tock*
they were all our monsters
covered by the illusion