i too refuse that empty dream, borin in caste with hope in hand.locked in cage and told to sing. i'll break the bars that break and bind break your words before the suffocate me.your destruction ranks second to none. stepping on the weak. always watching out for number one. my flesh is ripped right off the bone to feed the mouths all but my own. all but my own. flesh ripped from bone.

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