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My name, is heard,
your god, it hurts.

Around, the world,
for days before I broke the silence.

A chorus of the sane,
as I rust away my chains,
they say I found my peace,
but in my chest my heart is angry.

I refuse to be your toy,
not just a pretty boy,
these teeth were made to bite,
don't fall for your own propaganda.

The chorus of the sane,
rhetoric that I disdain,
with their fist around your leash,
I can feel the vultures start to circle.

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