| Crawling out of a sea of slime
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| Every muscle burning from this effort
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| It’s seemingly endless to regain the horizon
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| It’s seemingly endless to fill my lungs with air
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| Purity it seems wasn’t meant for me
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| As I swim painfully
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| I reminisce the feeling of breathing
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| And what a loved one looks like
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| Oh, what a fool I was
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| Believing there was something for me
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| Up in their midst
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| I found myself in Pandaemonium
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| How I thought ambrosia elevated myself
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| Liberated me from apathy
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| A fiery river in an ice-cold chalice
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| Every featur of mine stripped
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| Standing becam an herculean feat
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| Speech vile and indistinct
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| Cascading like a flood of mud
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| My body screamed for me to stop
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| The fire eating at my very life
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| The filth in me taking over
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| Spewing out, out of control
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| Sinking, reality blurring
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| I thought, I need more
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| More and more
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| Inching deeper in the muck
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| Exit the platitudes
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| The conspirators who brought my woes
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| Removing the cloaks to reveal
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| A myriad of doppelgangers
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| Laughing as I accept
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| Welcoming my deserved castigation |