Fantasizing my gruesome ending
This world looks down upon
My flesh is ripped at daily
It's the cross I bear
I feel it tear out my insides
A pain so heavy I could collapse
I feel it just may kill me
I must brave through this storm
A man who can stand on his own two feet
Without eating from their claws
Life feels like Hell should
But this Hells so cold
lacerations,Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die...
This world looks down upon
My flesh is ripped at daily
It's the cross I bear
I feel it tear out my insides
A pain so heavy I could collapse
I feel it just may kill me
I must brave through this storm
A man who can stand on his own two feet
Without eating from their claws
Life feels like Hell should
But this Hells so cold
lacerations,Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die...
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