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I put on an imaginary muzzle
to get rid of all the shit you put me through
all the quirky, sarcastic digs from day one
have now become an echo in the darkest hell
whatever you say after that doesn’t really matter
I now have armour against all kinds of psychological violence
you don’t know, don’t want to know
what is inside of human bones
the only thing is to brag, share, and find fun
to occupy the thinnest layers of your guilt
you won’t even admit that there is
I had to dig it up to reveal
dual nature of double agent schemes
what does your face look like in the mirror now?
I hope you won’t be too busy scratching it out from the mud
you once tried hard to smear me and then you forgot about it
watching Netflix, not movies
going to the cinema, not to see a movie
mentioning the medium, not specific things
as if there was something inside worth appreciating
instead of a real work of art
which came from the master’s hands
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Mescaline Brisset
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in spite of everything,
don't do it.
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and your gut,
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