When it began, they had already been broken by the boughs of insanity.

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Wheat field, blowing wind

Turbine, northward pinned

Sky white, crows had skinned

Scarecrow, never sinned

Patchwork horror, deified

That detached mouth, never lied

Scar-torn fingers, calcified

Metal framework, lost inside

Bleeding carpets

More obscure

Tinted windows

Sad chauffeur

Guarded bunker, asks about

Torn down knee-cap, scream and shout

Lacks a conscience, knocked it out

Mad at no one, all my fault