Here I am all bruised with ache
The needle called out for my diaphanous skin
And I sat apathetically as my whole world quaked
While my presence was pure dread in a frame of thin
I was walking to hell alive
A slave to earthly withers
Falling to my knees with demise
And God granted me earthly shivers
My boots crushed the earth
And uncovered the darkness of the world
Becoming the precipice of unworth
I seized, snatched, and gnarled
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