a woman snaked by rape
no one need be beholden in stone
for that forked telling
let them bake beauty into a cake
fed us, i could see bodies strapped to the bed
in the long night of song
why not use what you know
to build -- let me understand
three options & sell to the highest bidder
if you wade into currency
they already own you
money has no meaning, but what
you create, they have the power to steal
under the web, i packed it in lines
burnt into me while traveling
behind veils, where this side rings not
is fleeting what you worry under
& if you can't see that, you are
far under still, you won't know freedom
you've been confined your whole life
shackles thin enough for you to grasp at joy
but have you asked yourself why it doesn't last
have you ever wondered why
suffering has been fed to you
your entire existence
the sticky embrace called "hope"
that isn't holding you but holding you down
don't read the words, it's shaped in the sound
the virus is uploaded daily directly into your mind
you call it living, but there has never been an "alive"
if you try to disentangle, you will see arise
inside you: the sicknesses they have coded
to keep you just hooked enough to not sink
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