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They shone daring green avocado
in dark adverse period swearing
guilt ridden heart vanquished free
sacral scrubbed pink and ready
plumed serpent in magnificent bloom
with candles God watched supreme
from blue misty mountain clean
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Alone he sits in his padded cell,
All alone in his private hell.
All alone in that padded cell,
His own personal place in hell.
There is no window; no door,
All he can do is pace the floor.
No control over day or night,
The unseen warder controls the light.
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Shutting the door with a sigh
Running from insanity
A close call, as claws clatter and click
Fanged jaws snap, and fling snotty saliva
Unhinged hounds of lunacy
A ravenous pack, carried on my shoulder
Feverishly followed by fatuous feelings
Never far from crazy
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And you dream,
and you try,
but, you're still not alive.
Then you close off again,
and you go home,
and you cry,
and you want to die.
Warning yourself against letting
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Forty-seven firms, forty-seven chains
Life's meandering march above supreme
Sing, O Bondage, sing, for Ramen invest
Golden rags deferred, anthem of regime.
Praise be to wield, ye quarterly delights,
stamping through the ticker-reel of dreams
metric hymn of man who sells the air, your sun
stop destroying those knees, more lectures forevermore
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They found no virus — just control.
Fear is the leash for the soulless fold.
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No virus — just lies for the herd.
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SOS, or The Theater Starts with a Cloakroom, Hell—With Lies
A play begins where coats are hung,
But Hell is born from whispered lies.
And if you scan the news with eyes,
You'll see—deceit just multiplies.
The goal? To spread a Satan’s creed,
Corrupt the souls and twist the mind.
And oh, how well they sow the seed—
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Forty-seven firms, forty-seven chains
Life's meandering march above supreme
Sing, O Bondage, sing, for Ramen invest
Golden rags deferred, anthem of regime.
Praise be to wield, ye quarterly delights,
stamping through the ticker-reel of dreams
metric hymn of man who sells the air, your sun
stop destroying those knees, more lectures forevermore
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A golden tower rises,
not from merit,but illusion.
He speaks,and the crowd sways,
not from wisdom,but spectacle.
Facts bruise his ego,
so they are cast aside
like leaves in a storm
of self-declared greatness.
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He stood at the podium,
a storm wrapped in a suit,
spitting slogans like bullets
into the open wound of a nation.
Truth became a hostage.
Facts were bent,then broken.
History shook in its boots
as deceny was dragged from the room,
one tweet at a time.
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