We are worms each and every one
nothing but chance to be
born free to a free man’s son
nothing but fortune
to not be under the lash
it could come so easily
the crash
I won’t even share the
horrors I imagine
twas ever thus I dream dark
after my fashion
I am a worm
but I’ll go out fighting
hammering on this bin lid
the sedition I’m inciting
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