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As if by design,
We shuffle as one towards and awkward destiny,
So dead inside,
A mental genocide and yet none can see.

None but me?

Something within,
Is twisting writhing so sweetly serpentine,
Eye of the sun,
Are we as one or is this just a crazy dream?

Still I feel.

Human clay is what the see,
Just cogs in the machine,
A life without a template,
Just dogs kept on a leash.

This state that dwells inside of me,
Something so pristine,
I feel the eye of one does guide,
Me towards some destiny,

But why me?

Sun grows gold,
No light in the sky,
Ghost ship floats on the bay,
A hazy a dream, A lost memory,
A time unseen.

Time slips by,
Light drains from my eyes,
Consequence of deceit.
A hazy dream, A lost memory,
A time unseen.

Like words on the page,
Sense of will is erased,
Waning behind the screen,

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