The subsistence of gods, I beg you
Swallow these thoughts whole
Take control, or let go
The existence of loss
The hypocrite's cost
Put it on my tab, while I stumble
For the door
The persistence of aggression
The animal within, who claws at the intestines
And gnaws on the flesh
I beg the monster tell me
I am not like him, and gain no answer
From the reflection who gazes back
The killer quiet
With malicious intent
I feel him rising, I've been
Filthy with it
I want to despise me, yet
I beg one more hit.
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