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The Cage

The poison that you sputter

Has left its final burn

Your meek pet might be cornered

Lady Luck’s about to turn

This rage has been on simmer

The bubble’s gonna break

I’m clawing my way out now

I’m kicking down your gate

Don’t choke me with your kisses

No threat could make me stay

I’d rather get out damaged

Than slowly waste away