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Thoughts stuck inside their heads

squared off like margins of red

Their life a parody 

bouncing around like an unsung melody

Unspoken boundaries to halt menacing 

stopping

and daring

cuts like barbed wire fencing

Freedom 

a scientific myth to cause fears

existing

with every drop of red tears

K3

Puristic Evils

In threads of white, white and red

Colour pending

your blood will be shed

At the suns set

and the moons rise

They count to six

you close your eyes