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Marred

Mechanical is this institute
These beautiful opportunities,
Little lamb
They want to stew your insides

Rebel at heart you're a paladin,
Crusted in black and torn satin
Molded to fit their unkept cages
Tired as your soul rages

You will become unfathomable:
A discordant souvenir of loves loss,
Of life's spare.
Our eyes swirl, marred with weakness.
Written by Fishmander
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