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The sheep are all alone like
to be led into a shallow grave
United in
mouths gasp the pollution

Inhaling the concept of a new
Masses fan her campaign into
is not around the corner
It's here
In me

She paints the beige to conceal her wretched design
Flesh
closure to all
She the cicatrice beige

Words won't fail as her speech
Reaches yet pair of dead ears
Sentences bear no relevance but the eyes
Witness a sight too exquisite to
As she

The

Inhaling the of a new tyrant
Masses fan her into flames
Hell is not around the
It's already

She paints the cicatrice