The bulletholes
scattered throughout concrete basement walls
bleed hairy antennas
and a million cockroaches
paint the ceiling
If you're paranoid you're paying attention
A quivering vibration
in silence
where my voice should be
I scream innocence
and I'm not heard
Lies get taken for truth
I see conflict and panic
Born under a bad god


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