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Shakes of catastrophic danger shoot through me
Nervous ambitions and anxious desires pulsing inside
No mangled limb or torn muscle hanging loosely
The wide and crowded road going to be minus one
Losing a common customer of morbid wishes
Dreams filled with razors and rustic salty blood
Compulsions shaking with my frozen marble skin
Stressing my shattered mosaic into immense pain
Hyperactivity confusing my struggling lungs
Oxygen supplying short gasps of unexplained words
Until I choke on the most important character
Stuck in my throat, clotting red spurting now
An unnamed shade of blue creeps onto my lips
Black and purple rainbows pain my eyelids
Distortions evolved into worse shape than known
I take Satan's call, and say my angelic hello
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