Metal crunches and scrapes
Snakes hiss out venom
My fingers won't move
My keyboard has frozen my mind
I turn to the right and see
A garbage truck bearing down on me
Templates for future selves churn
And power on
New paths made to correct
Past mistakes
My jailor doesn't trust me
Looks at me with fear
The king takes off his crown
Floods the street with light
Calls it a holiday and
We all sleep with
Candy in our dreams
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