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Non-operational, it reads
It pulls me in, for I must know
The secrets of The Zone

Clamped down, unable to move
The machine boots up
The walls begin to shift
Images trickle down
Of the horror, guilt and shame
To which I am forever bound
His bloodied face on the screen,
Locks eyes with mine
Look away

The door creaks Trench Coat slithers in
Memory rife with sin
The place where markers begin
Override your brain, erase the pain
You'll find what you want
To start anew

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