Pain makes you feel alive,
It just builds you up,
Makes you strong enough,
Creates you like a god.
Before you have to face your final days,
Hours full of dread, ceaseless agony in the end.
Being blind,
Being deaf, we stray in a concrete labyrinth.
Among the heartbroken,
Among the crestfallen,
Abandoned and downtrodden.
Insane, demented dreams.
Twisted and tortured lives.
Existence of an idiot breed.
We know not that it's an ugly puppet show.
A myriad of efforts were futile.
You here the echo of heavy steps of death.
This approaching end petrifies.
You're sick; you're numbed in this violent grip of death.

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