Access denied. You may not have a reprise
Of the home you once occupied in your mother's womb
Be wary of the knives
You have to carry on with life deprived
From comforts of that room
Access denied. You may not have a reprise
Try to swallow the lies
That clog the wound
You are slashed by the knives
And bleed to no surprise
To your incomplete tasks you swoon
Access denied. You may not have a reprise
You are closed and left to surmise
Contemplate the feast of mushrooms
Cut away the excess worry with the knives
Like sharks' teeth strive
To kill you in your watery tomb
Access denied. You may not have a reprise
Be weary of the knives.
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