Trap pit, trap pit
Hung, limp, splint, trapped
My leg has grown numb in this desolate pit
Beasts linger and snarl up above
Waiting to pounce on my flesh bit-by-bit
Suspended in this pit where I sit
Lie down you mindless worker
It's too late
You followed your friends from start
Shallow minded worker
Suspended over a flaming pit
Burns the unripe
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