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Death March

Out in the thickets
Time stands alone
Limping around
Minute by minute
Not hearing a sound

But a melodic siren within
Off pitch and piercing

Hold back the pain
No longer

March on it screams
March on

Let the beast devour my flesh
And allow me to
March on
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