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I swallow glass that dilutes my water

I’ve learned to tie my boots with my eyes glued shut

A pawn in a savage canvassed rat race

Waiting for my day to come

I’ve spent my life losing sleep

Firing lead and gnawing teeth

To become their well-greased death-machine

A solemn hornist to play their refrain

I march toward the alleged enemy

While the world waits on their one last breath

Their flesh smells just like my own

Their skin shines bright in the sun

Marking their agony in the marshland

To be perverted for our own glorification

I want no part of this sadistic master narrative

No trace of me to be found in this damned book

I beg the sun to take me with them

And free me from my own misguidance