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Prisoner in my own,

bleeding from the fingertips.

Heavy breathing, iron on lung.

Focal curve, the paper god predominates.

Smear on the wall, my own soul.

Red, opaque against the dirt,

bleeding consciousness into my sewn eyes.

No one left, we take all.

Led in lines, sacrificed.

Kill our minds, justify.

Turn the gears, live to die.

Moth to the god.

Free mind from machine

watch the structure fall.