Turn your masked eye to the side,
review how the characters reside.
Doubtfully pursuing clinical fact,
below every glass lying less and less tact.
Inches of intellect dispersing in the hearth,
selfish demise to that place we call earth.
*
Death to the voices lolling around,
forgetting which is the correct sound.
Laughter stutters after a joke,
the pretentious smog brings me to choke.
Do not allow dramatically vain minds to breed,
it is after all only one's personal greed.
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These monsters see us from their golden chairs,
frolicking around like ants in their lairs.
They steal our bodies, they point and they leer,
poisoning us and raping our cheer.
Curiosity defeated falls to suicide,
forcing stability to consider cyanide.
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