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If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since April 2013
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Ingesting Death

April 19, 2013
Strap me to the machine and inject me with your facade. It's the best we've ever seen. It's the best they ever saw. Genetically altered frown upside-down To bodies dropping dead without a sound; A sort of chemical clown Being passed out, passed down. "It's fine," they said in past tense Which made absolutely no sense While the body count became immense As the machine straps another one down.
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