A series of sacrifices,
Making me
A slave to own devices:
The power of thought.
I bought into it all
and now,
I'm facing that squad
With my hands on the wall,
Assembled on the quad.
Defining my god.
They're lighting their city
They're licking their grins
And I'm guessing in tunnels...
To find where I went in.
And where I'll get out.
And I quiet the echoes
with even more shouts.
The is sampling nectar
With the venom of snakes,
To make the hardest decision
That I'll ever make.
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