Retrospection

Spinal Cord

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Release me
From moulding reality
From rotting principles
Of the world
Save me
From bitter prayers
Which burn my eyes
From miracles

They smashed
The backbone of truth
Demon of death
Have mercy on me
It wasn't easy
To turn to ashes
To tie stone to neck
Thrown into the abyss

To be sought-after by dirty powers
I was hungry and nobody fed me
I was thirsty nobody gave me drink
When I died they threw me in mud
I go away
Dark death
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