Agony

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Ah, the inscrutability of agony

Greeting you like an old friend

The domain of unwanted pain

For your attention it contends

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Ripped by shades of monochromes

Like ancient pages of a fragile tome

Insalubrious tales of a ghastly mend

Unto which your life dares to depend

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Mister Razor incising like the devil

Ceasing flows of red blood vessels

Lost hope to which you relied upon

Darkness, it comes to take you son

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Ah, the inevitability of agony

Greeting you like familiar sin

The stains of welcoming pain

Bothers not—for it always wins.

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