I stood, only hearing a silent mutter;
A sickness of the mind and mouth,
Words spread so thin I could only utter.
This torturous virus has me going south.

This impending doom, my fate didn’t stop,
I only found myself trapped, lie after lie;
This illness killing me, I finally popped;
Falling over the broken glass, I said goodbye.

I saw the people with their evil stares,
Reflecting my mistakes through their eyes.
All of the pain was too much to bear,
In a field of thorns and needles, I did lie.

Soon to pay for all of the pain I did inflict,
My own disastrous future did I depict.

 
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