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Oscillating waves of freedom bells
Ringing only in an echo
Rapid-fire lies light an era
Under the name of change
Pretending utopia awaits
Toasting with toxic waste
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Drip
Life leaks onto the floor
Then it fizzles like acid
There’s a knock at the door
But the body is placid
They flash a light in his eyes
Check to see if he’s conscious
Smoke
The shepherd’s pie is burning
Crust cracks from his sockets
Pulpous pus
He can’t hear us
His spirit left weeks ago
Now his flesh is hollow
Rancid rot down the drain
The rats bite at his fingernails
Rhyming riddles of pain no more
As he leaks onto the floor
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