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Artificial for strictly conscious times
Organic prosthesis with a view to in kind

To the guilt of scores of undignified ends
Strung up, right out of the pen

So unbeknowing in their
'Cause when you're marked for
Ears off to the screams

Primal urges, cull, tear and chew
Remember, scorn what God gave to you
God to you

Reverting, advanced
Yet bloodily we
Reversal, forward to
A pressure bolt the head?

Numbness, second only to
Sure, they don't a thing
Travesty, block
no further usage