For Daisy

I am w/out borders and therefore can see for miles
for too long have I played as witness
to the swan songs of zombies
For the souls that have grown sick within this ethereal flow
I have no mercy
Were it not for the factories
there would be no mold for such plastic natives
who speak of injustice visited upon them
who conform to treason of Biblical Nations
(of self and of lineage)
to quell the uprisings w/in
Bring me to the edge of insomnia and I will feign an existence...

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