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THE NOOSE
A dirty stained rope
Hanging limply from a stand
Fibers of our fears
And our dark envy
Disguised lust
Indifference towards love
These are they
That grip this string together
A never - ending round
Squeezing its victim tight
We justify the unjustifiable
To rid ourselves from shame
When will we learn
That this world is only as good as all
A chain of links
Binding a fragile humanity together
Oh noose
Your cycle of fears
Remove a thread
And watch it fray
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