"A life flashes upon dried retinas
An insect trapped in pesticide
Breathe in fumes as oxygen
Drug-crazed paradise in be-venomed bliss
The red thread burns as an offering
To those in charge of my vital functions
The machines feed me my blood
A generous offering unsuitable for others
They castrate me to prevent earthly pleasure
I am made divine in abstinence
I am shunned to the nether shades
Where my life runs upon electricity
Supported by iron bars and plastic tubes
Concrete is my spine, an alloy to balance humanity
Cold I starve to survive this being who is me."

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