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pills blow up my mouth

i refuse to swallow

firm grip around my neck

i refuse to listen

 

threats and admonitions

recoil on my armor

king of this facility

i discharge pills

shout with blood in my mouth

 

four hands on my shoulders

two legs locked

one clean floor on my chin

three hags on my back

 

achromatic room

with colored bulp

shine a light on my sedated body

the belt tightens my stomach

i want to go home