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I'm neither
puppeteer
nor marionette
Brilliant idiot
nor madman
the battle’s ragin
and soldiers
fakin dem dead
who you gonna trust . . ?
when you can't run
fast enough
t o e s c a p e t h e m a t r I x
imprisoned
in some sort
of concocted entropy
w h e r e d e g r e e o f d i s o r d e r
only increases with time
your face in the dust and someone’s yelling
Y o u M u s t . !
before it turns to mud
the blood mixed in
before it hardens
into clay for the kilns
C h o k i n . !
can't cough hard enough
to dislodge the discomfort
from your throat
one leg in the boat
the other in the water
y o u ’ r e s h a r k b a i t . . !
the anchor weighs
around your neck
s a l t w a t e r
e n t e r s y o u r l u n g s
the smell of fear
its taste
its fervour
its addiction
seeps through every pore
l i k e
C o c a í n a i n M e d e l l í n
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