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This is a prison
That you choose to create
A feeble life of servitude
Your subservience perpetuates

And you are a slave
Bound by the shackles of your ignorant
Refusal to refuse to act on the whim
Of faceless voices that proclaim themselves good

How can you live,
Live a life so methodically wasted
Your life is an unlocked prison
And you are an unshackled slave

Slave to the bodiless eyes
That cast you in the shadow of their glare
Blanket you in the illusion of warmth
But all you've ever known is cold

Here you stand
Doomed to grow
Digging yourself into the ground
Patiently awaiting the harvest

Fool
Filth
Waste

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