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rewiiired

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To your utter horror
in your despicable state it simply
grows with ease, bloating faster,
drawing in everything,
indiscriminately consuming all of you

like a goddamned overgrown tick
you had always half-expected to burst at any moment,
believing, in all your blind hope, in your blessed futility,
that its skin was elastic,
its time of dominance dated
and that everything,

everything has to give away at some point,
everything, everything has to give,
but nearly all has been taken now,
all by the hands of its ghastly grip.

All because you handed
yourself over, you fucking fool.

So when will this give?
It rests as massive as a planet before you,
living off your vitality,

when years ago you should have gotten a grip on it,
squeezed it down to the size of a ball
you could fit in the palm of your hand,
into something...

Something you could
handle, brother.

But now its gotten out of control
and if you don't knock it down to size
with a raging fire of uncompromising courage
it may just be the death of you.
 
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