Things I've assembled To be torn apart It seems the essence This lava in my
heart The same old story Handed by a
woman and a snake Jokes about purgatory Seems a long wait One more day with the
torturer One more day with the torturer Love is a mask Donned by many things Fighting juggernauts Destroying
everything A life of retreat With its
outstretched hand Slapped down by me That rule-playing man One more day with
the torturer One more day with the
torturer One more day with the torturer One more day with the torturer Wrinkles
where there were pimples Grey and gone hair
in my brown Soon I will be muzzled Soon
I will die down Years between me and God's
face As fleeting as dust and smoke Every day be good in this place If only
for the hope
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