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Citadel
(N.Thomas)
I could be lost here forever
Caught between you and indecision
This place is a citadel against the
hoards of violent faces
But yours is more deadly than hell
No-one can hear my distress call
Invisible to the outside world
Like teeth that could tear through
my tear-soaked tortured flesh
I fear Im resigned to my fate
Desperate plans for desperate moments
Like how to escape this inquisition
Fabricated undisputable evidence
Guilt by association my only crime
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