Oh, what a life,
We are betrothed in violence.
Wax up my ears,
Fear not singing Sirens.

I am a frog,
Amid a den of Scorpions.
My thorn, artificial;
However, drenched in poisons.

Broken inside from my bones to my brain.
What holds us together?
Societal chains.

Some fall apart, I’m bound by restriction,
Primordial heart,
Feeds off the friction.


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