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Plastic prosthetic simplicity without the intention to speak Weaving into gruesome toxicity Comfort which begins to look bleak Confusion broken and shattered Clothes worn out and tattered Care beyond belief Cancer amongst relief Bleeding for the last time Accused of an innocent crime Falling into the branded and shamed Remaining only beaten and maimed We're only game pieces Miniscule and obsolete And while the plague releases we're left far from complete Pleasure and disease Giving into dread with such ease We cannot win when we don't even begin Beautiful only in greed Representation without need Broken, so we begin to bleed Hopes and dreams can only recede Choked off before we speak Never paying word or mind Comfort we refuse to seek repentance we fall behind