Boiling in our skin
Be it thick or thin
Where we be hiding
fear of the worthwhile
Our worthlessness
Living life large!
Many years long
Mental state
Our disguise
Perfectly we wear
Behind the wailing wall
Our courage
Becomes our prison
Almost forlorn
Sweat pouring
Like Crystal clear water
From wicked glands
Seeds of sickness
Our bodies burn
Like a cremated piece of steak
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