Sick

Perpetual nausea
As a body resists the pill
Long since dissolved
Slipped down throats
In the deceptive comfort of our dreams

For the world is a waking nightmare
Dark clouds in our eyes and minds
As well as in our glass
Some hopeless elixer
From and by snakes

Bitter life
Mother of toxicity
Be it through injection
Or fermentation
Of the mold grown beneath our skin

-Galwyn

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