I can’t get loneliness off my mind
It’d feel better to rip out my spine
I fought all my battles on the frontline
Yet my victories meant nothing in time
Ever changing, like the rhythm of rhyme
Now I’m stuck dodging land mines
All the sweat and the blood blind
Sowing and reaping, a fate divine
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