Pete's poems from the night.

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Alife not mine.

Day drips off my back
People sense a mind
A mood of intense black
With heavy axe to grind.

Beneath a pile of waste
Imprisoned idealism
Where non-conformists
Disappear into absorption.

Destroy the character
Replace it with a clone
Assimilation prime factor!
We build our own prison.

Without eyes to see the walls
Blindly removing binds
Walking to my freedom
Sacrificing this life, not mine.