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Thrown into the cage,

food depraved, nothing given,

everything taken,

raped but only by thoughts of escape,

eyes that see everything at once,

ears that hear only baneful profanities,

Wallering in shit, smearing it,

piss drinking it, doubful of

the sanity of a life, why

has god forsaken me

to this place?

Rubber the skin becomes,

after taking so many burns,

thoughts of escape fade,

accepting what I have become

Birds cannot sing in the cage

we eat them to forget their beauty,

nothing wasted, no bones left behind,

indisriminate the furnace is, everything dies.

After so many years it becomes time

to let the body fail, so does the mind

when it cannot bare another day to live.

I am free, time to die in the cage.