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Wasted Days
This growing
Burning
The wheels are
Turning
Thing inside
Is it fate
Or hate
Lingering?
Berate
Screams inside
The lashing
Crashing
Like the waves
Splashing
Against stones
Open doors
On floors
Of fresh meat
Blood pours
In rivers
Long have I
Wasted days
In turmoil
And anger
Devastate
And
Obliterate
I twist and
Turn and burn
Salivate
This twisting
Burning
The screws are
Turning
Still I watch
Burning
The wheels are
Turning
Thing inside
Is it fate
Or hate
Lingering?
Berate
Screams inside
The lashing
Crashing
Like the waves
Splashing
Against stones
Open doors
On floors
Of fresh meat
Blood pours
In rivers
Long have I
Wasted days
In turmoil
And anger
Devastate
And
Obliterate
I twist and
Turn and burn
Salivate
This twisting
Burning
The screws are
Turning
Still I watch
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