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What are you waiting for?
Yesterday you were the martyr seed
Today you feed the terror behind your need
Your sweet has turned to sour
Cause you fene the face you hide between
You think you're on the run
But your schemes are so far gone
Your sickness one to devour
But your sickness known to be a loaded gun
All these scars you love to leave
Are mere nothing left for one to believe
These scars you leave they cower
Now you leave me nothing, nothing too conducive
Now my thoughts are undecisive screams
No need to replace all my open seams
Now I'm half the dream half the dower
The disempowered sublime none deems
These thoughts dont need to think
These eyes distraught begin to sink
Life instills feelings none to scour
Now I'm half the creep to sink
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