Call and respond,
This pre-packaged pollution.
My baby dolls are bleeding,
Rocked and ravaged by the mounting paranoia.
Craving the carnivore in you,
Master to master.
Fulfillment nullified,
Distilled desires no longer relevant.
Injectable and injestable,
No longer neglectible.
Passing purges,
Another version of rehabilitation..
Until then,
It’s not about the addiction.
Just pull the ripcord,
Freedom in the fornication.
Bastardised versions,
shackles stifle the education.
Liars lie,
Lovers overlook the evidence
Breeding ground,
Another lust to the sacrifice.
Feed the fury,
For one last unrealistic excuse
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