Four FBI agents came into the town yesterday
They were asking questions because
We never contacted the outside world
IT wouldn't allow us to.
But they were chained as soon as they entered
It has grown powerful.
There were ten chains wrapped around him.
All polished.
I saw one young child
Terrence Rhodes, about eleven or so
He didn't like the work
He collapsed. He was too tired.
So the chain around his neck tensed
And he rose up in the air like a ragdoll
He didn't fall back down until the life
was crushed out of him.
He gets no funeral
He gets no memorial
He gets only pity from me
What has happened to this town?
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