Gather yourself to your feet
This world isn't done with you
Forcing the words up my throat and
through my tongue
Causing the
projection
I'm taking control of everything I've lost
I've drifted down this
Blemished in Filth, Bathed in plague
Blemished in Filth, Bathed
Coming so far from it all
Wondering how this came so
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