The Big Move
My master is struggling his end is near
I'm ripped from his body pulled free and clear
My taxi is freezing and dark without life
My new master is preparing to go under the knife
What he will be like I need to know
For through my flesh his blood will flow
We both are dependent on each other to be
I can't live without him nor he without me
My new home is strange and I have a new face
I don't recognize anyone and I feel out of place
He floods me with poisons knowing I'm his screener
I should have known the grass wouldn't be greener
All change is not good but for me this too shall pass
As a liver that lives in a house made of glass
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