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[DJ]

Rage Against the Machine

The dream breeze makes poppy flowers sway
As urchins sail the field in a wicker basket
But the dreamscape fades away
And the soul goes back to it's casket
Without laudanum

And the soul goes down the conveyor
That drags it to the unyielding cog
And it withers, it dies, with no eulogy or prayer
It chokes on the all-engulfing smog
Without laudanum

[Cthulhu]

Project's done, I cut the poem out entirely.  Even the "best" poems I wrote for the job ended up being an eyesore, it didn't fit the theme of the rest of the project.