For you , There Is No Free

The fetid stench of viscera and flesh

impresses upon the senses and dull all pretenses

the entire body tenses, fight or flight or fall

The lone light bulb flickers in the hall

Flies darting around the pulsing, filthy electronic fire

Dust and rust lead the buildings choir in a symphonic desire

To pull life from it’s shell and send it straight to hell

To hear the toll of the bell ring for thee

For you , there is no free

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