Don't look upon the spoils with accusing gaze Don't insinuate that this stranglehold should really break Don't jab conspiratorial fingers in that direction Don't hold up to the light their dregs of purified poison Gently you'll be dissuaded, brought around Don't work out that the suffering mind knows when to die Don't drink from jewelled chalices and wonder why Don't steal back from exploiters that stripped you bare Don't arrive back to thinking that he's got your share Somehow you've been dissuaded and shut out Objections raised all softened to a murmur Wanton blasphemers shrink down in this vacuum Loudest base pleasures stifled to a whimper Colour and shade is so bland in this vacuum Repentant - you've been muzzled in their open arms
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