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Stand up, rise from the wreckage,
or apply a light dab to the internal hemorrhage
You could die or have a 10 percentage then increase it ten fold with the ideal message
Nihilist knocked down the door
Face to the floor, battered and torn
Why ever Mourn? Answer this
Why born in the abyss?
Exist to thrive? Why?
Why the hell shouldn't I die?
Why the hell am I alive? What am I hear for?
Why not unborn?
Why not pack in once torn?
Why not mourn?
Why not stillborn?
Why not wellborn?
What do I do when I'm well worn?
Why greet the morn?
I will stand up again
Set ablaze again was the homeward Glen
Run through the fire and emerge in Zen
Lift the broken hearts of the underground men
Bestial head mantled by the riverbed
Amongst the bleak woods, hate will spread
When hate brings dread, they bring out your dead
So bring out your dead. Head up high, face this dread
Emerge from obscurity
Warrior in the garden or a gardener in the war?
Fight the boar with control of the scorn
I tear shit down to elevate it high
We will all cope somehow
Wipe the sweat off my brow
Satisfied in dissatisfaction
Myself, I disavow
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released January 20, 2024
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