The bane of my life backwards
Approaching always it
Objects our seasons
Kindness to my side
I start to
Collide with our terminus
That decides to flee from strife
But an inner feeling dwells within
That nothing can bestow
For the insult hast been dealt
Donning the mists around me
As its own
And to hang its own colors
Seems fit
My shadow is infected
As it thinks between the lines
I thank you, old assassin
For bringing me this way
The words fly from your lips as bullets
To destroy the walls of opposition
Your secondary heads squirm at my feet
But their collaborator you have not been
I once may have been empty
Guess again
My domicile giggles wickedly
As it breaks the rope
That would have fallen anyway
But now has fled my only
Raison d'être

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