Little Miss Sheeple
searching for scraps of hope with upside down sight
truth pleasures the highest bidder
silent wolf, turn on that red light
they came for them and no one spoke
short lived realities swarming individually
collapsing into one; the one that broke
what pretty eyes you have, it is too late to go back
they all suffer, they burn
enslaved until silent black
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