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the tiny gigapets ate my insides
no more lung, kidney or intestine
the rid me of all evil and insecurities
now i can be like all of you
crawling on my skin
devouring millions of incentives
my jaw skin loose
my veins no longer with blood
the reversal of everything i prayed on
and the stimulus gone
gone
gone
now i walk amongst you
like a soldier of fortune
a hypocritical landscape with immobile ambitions
feeling the ceiling
caressing the nozzle
i bite down on the gunmetal
grind our teeth, "x" on bullet, smoking barrel
these things
these things ate me
my flesh burning
the smell of dreams pissing
i shoveled the dirt upon myself
and cut the strings from anything above me
like the old man before me
we are hating machines
non feeling machines
non deciding machines
fornicating machines
dead inside machines