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Within the cold steel labrynth of your breast
where phantoms of derision come to play.
The hatred that you harbor makes it's nest
Within the confines of your head it stays.
You've played their tired game for far to long
a victim of their prejudice laced spite.
And now the heaven's tremble with your song
as those who called you monster flee from sight
With apathy your only friend you weep.
With iron ore and copper wire feel.
With irony and ignorance must sleep.
With softest whisper saying "I am REAL!"
Desires of the flesh unknown to thee
Tears that stain the alloy, shall make you free.


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