Faithfully waiting on fatal prose
for words that kill and rip and break my bones
A fool, I am
it matters not at all
let earth consume my body
let loose my soul

With cadence I bleed
I scream
I sneer
kick and burn and punch and tear

if in this world I feel unreal
then faithfully I wait for my fatal deal

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