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They pump me full of meds
My brain is dead
But the thesis of theocracy says the fetus persists
Now I am a Petri dish for this life to exist
Pro-life
But is it a life worth living
They say our sins will be forgiven
Yet, we live in a hell so swell that you can’t smell the corpse rotting from the inside
As we slide down a cliff
Promised a difference
Yet, the pestilence resists extinguishment
The chains from our wrists were never removed
They were just moved
Dancing in twilight’s sorrow
For another life to borrow
Reincarnating in this refrain of pain
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