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Subliminal thoughts being pumped into your brain,
Slowly going insane,
As they eat away at your membrane.
The always enveloping darkness,
Creating a terror filled harness;
Your the place they have chosen to park this.
'F**k I don't wanna go'
Her cries filled with woe.
And even you can't stop this, this is a new low.
'Hello child how are you?
Why is your face blue? '
Adding a new shade or hew.
'Ow why did you do that? '
'I just wanted to put a sick, twisted smile on the rich fat cat.'
'Don't need to excuse,