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I’ve been booked for a holiday in hell,<\/div>\n
whose soundtrack is a constant ringing bell.<\/div>\n
Each meal, exactly same, and sleep, a losing game.<\/div>\n
If there’s an escape route, no one will tell.<\/div>\n
The personnel ensure they’ll be your friend.<\/div>\n
But, what they don’t explain: it will not end.<\/div>\n
There’s no plan for return; it’s an eternal burn.<\/div>\n
An S.O.S. is nothing you can send.<\/div>\n
Goodbye world I’ve known most all my life.<\/div>\n
So long home, hearth, kitty cats and wife.<\/div>\n
It’s strange I’ll not be missed.<\/div>\n
Seems I’ve been Judas-kissed.<\/div>\n
And now I hold the wrong end of the knife.<\/div>\n
My life’s become a film stuck on repeat,<\/div>\n
an endless journey down a one-way street.<\/div>\n
It’s home without a range.<\/div>\n
The view will never change.<\/div>\n
From living soul, I’ve now turned into meat.<\/div>\n
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