and when my sister’s turning in her bed
before it’s way too late
she lays her eyes on eager strokes
of pages left unread
the sound of reassuring guns
and taboos in the name of freedom
she’s turning as it is her job
to find the cure to wisdom
a war for peace
and hate for love
improving best, betraying worse
the illness spread over the feet
we’re violating doves just for the sake of it
she dreams in pain
and all the things are painted
in this ugly color
she wants revenge
but she’s tied up
in an enormous collar
and as i sit and watch her restless being
an eerie voice strikes calling me a horrid piece of living
i have no words
no sounds to tell it otherwise
my mind no more a wealth but something
i would sell for a symbolic price
lobotomy manifest
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