A geometric precision
Elegant lines converge to one
Tracing the bounds of your confinement
Living like prey and on the run
A prison built of perfection
Aesthetic servitude dictates
Step into line or face the fallout
Do as you're told without debate
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Corridor
With every facet in proportion
With every surface polished white
With every part moving in tandem
Machines that work into the night
Integrate to your surroundings
Don't draw attention or make a sound
The ticking clock like a reminder of
The narrow path to which you're bound
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Corridor
A sterile future predetermined
h*mogenous and uniform
You're only here to serve your function
A set of duties to perform
Identical in every facet
A photocopied attribute
Just an acceptable composite
Of traits that someone else will choose
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