| Exhaustion racks this corpse
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| There is nothing left to give
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| The legs begin to give out
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| And the pursuers grow closer
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| Black hands reach from shadows
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| Seeking to gain purchase
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| Weakly swatting them away
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| Losing the will to live
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| The footsteps patient and measured
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| Come with confidence
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| Like buzzards above the doomed
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| Waiting for easy prey
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| Afforded only withering motivation
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| Out of reserves, resolve completely drained
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| Concde, Surrender
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| Falling to tak the knee
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| Giving up, giving in
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| Attrition is attained
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| Running seems hopeless
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| And I’ve already tried to die once
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| Disregard for bodily pain
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| Disregard for bodily form
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| The dark coils come into sight
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| The shape moves effortlessly
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| The air chills as the wind picks up
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| The mind conjures images of death
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| The shame, this avoidable failure
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| Worthy of nothing but misery and pain
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| The tortures forthcoming deserved
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| Sought for, considered, and paid for in full
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| Yet still, in spite of beliefs to the contrary
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| This still just doesn’t seem fair
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| Willing to accept the blame
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| But unwilling to accept what it means
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| Laid down, tired, thirsty and starved
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| Between dying flames
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| Surrender is finalized
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| Face down in the dirt
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| With only enough energy to curl up and die
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| Did you really think it would be so easy?
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| Did you really think you could get away?
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| Did you really think that no one would notice?
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| Did you really think there was a simple escape?
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| Black tendrils snake their way out
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| And work to ensnare every limb
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| Their touch so cold it burns
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| And accusations then begin
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| Ungrateful, unloving
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| Unwilling to reciprocate
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| Unaware of your luck
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| Un-knowing, unstriving
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| Unable to put forth the work
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| Self-involved, egotistic
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| Unthinking of those who love you
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| At the heart of the earth
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| The victim, the martyr
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| Unable to suffer in silence
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| Begging, pleading, as darkness creeps over this lifeless, colorless,
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| worthless cadaver
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| The paradox of self-imposing the judgement while not wanting the sentence is
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| perfectly clear
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| A blank face with familiar features hangs over inverted and scowls
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| disapprovingly
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| The tendrils, they writhe and climb and support the white mask as it repeats
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| Ungrateful, unloving
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| Unwilling to reciprocate
|
| Unaware of your luck
|
| Un-knowing, unstriving
|
| Unable to put forth the work
|
| Self-involved, egotistic
|
| Unthinking of those who love you
|
| At the heart of the earth
|
| The victim, the martyr
|
| Unable to suffer in silence
|
| Exhaustion racks this corpse
|
| There is nothing left to give
|
| The eyes begin to close
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| As the accusations echo
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| The shame, this avoidable failure
|
| Worthy of nothing but misery and pain
|
| The tortures forthcoming deserved
|
| Sought for, considered, and paid for in full
|
| Yet still, in spite of beliefs to the contrary
|
| This still just doesn’t seem fair
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| Willing to accept the blame
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| Unwilling to accept what it means |