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Grab thy Fist

Grab me I'm drowning in a pool of reality screaming with no waves I slowly rupture from the pressure

coming from my swelling brain floating in syrup.

The trial making vital the sanity of humanity that's why I need to clean the grains out of my cogs and

log the lesson in the lesion chamber surrounded by my hollow heart coming apart in cracks while

crumbling values fall to the bottom making the ceiling closer.

 I jacked a cracked blood filter to clean the dirty plasma manifesting a demon who would watch out of

my eyes making me think of others all the time polluting my rhythm and rhyme.

Collecting my aura I need to sleep off this black moon light and fight the tight pain in my chest and

get ready for all the rest.
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