Conformity

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Row by row, in coffins we lay
see no light, no night, no day.

Sort me out and form the line,
told to serve a will not mine.

But every day our hate is fed,
until one made blue bleeds red instead.

I'll spread, I'll grow, I'll fester inside,
you'll regret the day you told me lies.

And we'll rise as giants, over towers of glass
take a breath now, big brother,
it is your L
.............A
.............S
.............T.




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