Harsh words

Harsh words softly spoken

Slice with sugarcoated blade

Leaving wounds weeping and open

As scar and disbelief invade

Anonymous faces hidden

Behind a simple screen

Allows a freedom of illusion

From their habitual regime

There's always societal suicides

Who live their ritual lives in chains

Preying on free spirits

Slicing into veins

Playing on the psyche

Discovering a vent

Twisting in their honeyed blade

Frustration and confine spent

Speaking volumes

About there satisfaction

As they break the shackles of enslave

Wearing another set of tinted spectacles

To oil autononmy's all encircling crave

The pathway to their goal

Overwhelmed by trampled bodies in their wake

Hoping what they seek is at the end

A 50/50 stake

For every trampled body

Exists a blemished soul

Returning would be futile

As the pathway out

Declines the goal

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