I can feel the malice crawling on my skin,
purging my health and replacing it with paranoia;
and somehow, I am just left alive to hang here,
eternally seeking the answer to a question
at the end of this darkly lit tunnel;
the slowest fade in the universe,
slanted, sliding, skimming the light
as an old riddle becomes a new born
mystery.
Thank you, oh lord, for the...
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