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Trapped on an Island Surrounded by Sharks
What is this cold, unbreaking rod?
That whips my back, does poke and prod
The eyes of man do leer and laud
While verbal assaults are met with applaud
A gentle soul, berated and stamped
Their joy is torn and turnt and tamped
And mind enclosed by grip and clamp
Crippled core becoming cramped
Hyenas howl and stones are cast
While wolves circle and rats amassed
The harrowed heard of helpless aghast
Finally succumbing to the thoughts that have passed
That whips my back, does poke and prod
The eyes of man do leer and laud
While verbal assaults are met with applaud
A gentle soul, berated and stamped
Their joy is torn and turnt and tamped
And mind enclosed by grip and clamp
Crippled core becoming cramped
Hyenas howl and stones are cast
While wolves circle and rats amassed
The harrowed heard of helpless aghast
Finally succumbing to the thoughts that have passed
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