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when the last of the opium ran dry...
when the last of the opium ran dry,
what was left to keep the populous at bay?
bullets and
hand-grenades
smoke
and fear
pushed into the street
pushed into every cleft
and crevice
of the brain.
O hold still
hold still
we've honed it nearly
to a science -
hold still
hold still
it'll only hurt
if you fight it.
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