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The Specter

  

Physically free

But forever a slave

The Specter remains

And attacks at will


Knocking on my skull

Rattling my veins

Gnawing at my eyes

Stabbing my entrails

Squishing my lungs

Scratching my heart


It manipulates my mind

Throttles my resolve

Battles rationality

Hijacks jurisdiction


Trapped in acumen’s corner

I watch Puppet Master present    

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