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SHANE THOMAS EMBURY
Spit out the poison
That plastic motive
The soothing pain that feeds the hole
A carnage path of one time friends
A stepping stone to personal ends
A line that piles high an art of trend
Champagne delusions, contorts and bends
The seething mass which consumes deceit
The frozen glance burn obsolete
All we are is section
Struggling blindly through deception