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There is an inferno behind my eyes, though
I feel a wire brush in between my lungs
taken at eighteen, I was still just a child
I grew
an eternity shackled to my soul
forged in the engines of industry
for in my chest
formed a hunger, a thirst, for more
I became grown behind the grates,
a firey fate
a breathing, brutish battery
pushing iron wheels
I feel a steam train in my veins
and I gather and pool
the rage in my gut threatens to spill out
I have been harnessed here too long
for life under fear isn't really living
and the gruel they feed me isn't enough
so I wait, to take the opportunity
for the embrace, the taste of freedom