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See this face

Marked for death

By an empty field

You’re fed from the trough

Of cascading loss

With a blindfold on

Abstracted; unwilling

On the wrong side of the boundary

Sheathed in knots

Averted eyes

Twisting the knife

Death space

Witness

Eternal debasement

Death space

Witness

Human waste

And so without caress

What remains in your filthy hands?

The idea of man