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Cancerous fears of death.
Barren desert patricide.
Violent as a cornered dog.
Tie me up to four
white horses.
Weakness settled in
To these bones again
Face torn sallow grin
Man suit
Flesh cage
Blind faith
Blind death
Tell me what becomes of us
Tell me is this love
Or is this just you feeding?
We never mattered, we never will.
Accept the life you live,
you’re living a lie.
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