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| Bent low with the weight of the day his shoulders reach towards the ground, like a naked lady, laden with poison, bends her once proud stalk. Like Sisyphus, he straightens his spine in the morning, only to let monotony drag him back down. |
Run, run away
consider yourself amongst the lucky,
who are not fool,
who's bulwarks hold steady.
You may peer into this visage
into my eyes;
and say "I see no evil here."
You won't.
You may ask what I've done, and think, "I've done worse."
You may have
Do not be fooled
Run, run away
for beneath these waves lay sharp coral,
behind these doors, a burning house.
Do not think you can float on the surface,
you will sink when you find the water warm.
The coral cuts and tears
fusing you to itself.
Do not rush valiantly through the doors,
determined to extinguish the flames,
this house was meant to fall.
Run, run away;
make no mistake,
it is a Disguise.
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| Pop fish, MDF board/Soldering Iron |
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