Brave New World
Upon his shoulders
Atlas tormented
by frozen boulders
of Nitroglycerine
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Icicles comprised
of tortured cries
Access denied
Monarch mind
Contorted withering
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Dreamscape industrial
Freak aged in boiling gruel
A twist in time saves none
A blistering crime enslaves gun
manufacture by Whitworth laughter
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Eugenically made
Selectively bred Kool-Aid
Drink of pink cloud
Eviscerated crowd screams aloud
Disaster dialectically chatters
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I AM NOT SOUL MATTER
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Reflections of a Huxleyan Product 
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