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50 lines
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Executable File
The Golden Cage
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2019-10-09
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emboldened by sadness
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embittered by those
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who would meet you with winter
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you bite the thorns with the rose
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a bloody mess on the tile
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from mother's womb, freshly torn
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struggle to breath the poison air
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in which you were born
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the golden cage shudders
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the door swings wide open
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but you don't move.
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you sit there and stare.
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you tricked yourself into believing
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that it was your time to die
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and when the sun showed its head, you found out
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you'd lost the will to survive
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a tyrant in the home
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and a sorcerer in the garden
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conspire to make their kid a doll
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to watch as her once lithe limbs harden
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a dislocated jaw
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that only speaks when given scripts
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and a spine that's nothing but
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that collapses come a kick
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the needles come to play again
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you've already convinced yourself
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it was just a matter of when
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and they pin you up
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like the christ they adore
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and the red flows like syrup
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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