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Frantic

Stranded

Starving

Wasting

Dying

Rotting

Beaten and starved you’ll surely die

I have gained control of this society’s minds and actions

I retain my right to torture them one by one

Day after day they will eat one of their own

Forced to find a way to survive

Rumors swirl, it’s a mutiny

You are a tyrant, you’ll pay

We built a raft, your final resting place

Sent out to sea, you will die

I will die