Aching takes over my body like the quaking of the earth
Kill off the older, for the new are giving birth
Watch me as my death’s announced; a bloody massacre
The strong are made the weak by evils ambassador
My veins are filled with venom; heart is filled with pain
Eyes are surely sunken, such a pity, such a shame
Deception had once told me, I was doing well
Manipulated my talent; the ability to foretell
My lungs have filled with liquid, a painful suffocation
My soul is calling out; a timid whisper from starvation
I am brought to trial, a victim of counter charge
Safety was made a luxury, immoral ways enlarged
Acceptable am I, in not one man’s sight
Gas was poured over me, to which flames ignite
Pity, far from me, for I acquire accession
Dead from the burden; killed for my transgression
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