Captured
In the belly see me devouredThe beast knows no limit
Robbed of evey shred
Left to kick and scream
As if I could hear my own
Conscience
What of me now is the end near
The hour of retreat a bygone
In the beast never to breathe free
Suffocated by decision to ignore
Conscience
Hiding behind plastic shield
Instruments of oppression
Wielded in futile attempt to escape
The doubt behind my eyes
Captured
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