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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