Cents for sense
Centuries pass by
Crazed by internal stimuli
External change
Fraternal distress
Relate unto the bridges of
Eternal cost
But that isn’t true feeling
It is as false as the
Authority of burning trees
Or of the skeleton keys
Unlocking nothing
Because freedom is a prison
We are all controlled
Substances flow in and out
And in and out and in
Push me out
Run me over
The whole world
Infests in my bones
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