on their way.
to their day.
when it comes,
shall it go.
self destruction,
plots its plays,
and i shall see.
once more.
through and through.
the worthless tears,
and selfish thoughts.
to hurt,
we salute.
to birth of rancid,
we shall bow.
i draw my line,
i hatch my fore,
come on up,
we shall play.
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