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In the Pen


Contagious ideas spread from cells
get these crazies in their respective hells
nothing guards against their riotous spells
they light synapses and neurons on fire
turn mattresses and blocks into fuel for their pyre
imprisoned, awaiting their freedom to frolic the Elysium fields
escapists in a world of escapism, hollowed truths promised by a liar
they pull their eyes out to look for honesty in a universe where brutal deception never yields
stripes and bars, names and numbers, reduced to a sentence with no reduced sentence  
serving life is their life's service, they are designed to sacrifice for a penance
destined to spill forth from the warden of their holding, the hands kill them by the hordes
these inmates dead and bred to be spread again, there is a release in each one of them, mark my words.
Written by TomShields (Evilhappy)
Published | Edited 24th Sep 2018
Author's Note
The ideas we never realize are contained and in a manner of speaking, locked up and forgotten. Imagine them as prisoners, unruly and angry, awaiting their release to a paradise all their own through your hands all you have to do is open the cells and let them out by writing them into reality. This is the concept. That some projects go unfinished is a miscarriage of justice the same way that not all prisoners deserve their sentencing.
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