Wrapped in this cocoon of sheep entrails
I can feel the skin burn from my face
All brought my vision, trapped by this wretched gift
Every step I take is like daggers through my eyes
This abysmal light, it rains like razors
To stop my progression
I curse its source!
Again I find myself encased and falling
I begin to sense that I am dead
On this stone slab I lie
Attempting by sheer will to resurrect myself
I shall not fail!
I can't breath in this cocoon
Neither infant nor man
Can end this cycle of suffocation

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