Anathema

Push me down
Beyond the reach of your plastic paper lens
Cut me out
Confide in those that disregard and condemn
Say it loud
Down to the hands of those still suffering
Spit and shout
In the face of your oppressive government

You don't see this sentimental
Aerodynamic, secret part of me
You don't see this sacramental
Anxious worn-out

Push me down
I'll start again with what I have left to give
Is it wrong
To view myself as being so invalid?
Moving on
Excrescence to a body of phosphorus
Capture now
The lessons of the autonomous
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You don't see this sentimental
Aerodynamic, secret part of me
You don't see this sacramental
Anxious worn-out