This Forsaken Place I’m In

I rather die, this is pretty sick.
Waken me from this horrid bliss.
Sulty wrecking, around disturbance,
call an ambulence, i keep suffering from these sins.
Thier picking at me, no im not weak.
Everything i know is Ufc, So come at me.
Prepair to taste blood of your own,
please drink up & make sure to drink enough.
Intake it slow, then along way you go.
A world of confusion, the day you shall sow .
So intake me and rememberance, will shake into your toes.

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