Friction in your conscious logic,
This world has painted your vision grey,
Why won't the ignorant turn to listen, quite amusing
When you see the knees with calluses,
from praying in a river of tears.
Then you will cut the rock as if it's your spirit,
Amidst the confusion and fear
Write a letter to your future doom,
Killing the insignificant roles one life plays out here.
Gaze at the river with longing,
As if its stream of your blood-seeking the cold embrace.
I'm standing along with my cards laid bare
Willingly cutting open the veins of pain,
And let it drip, drop by drop
Fresh as a coined scar, face ashen with zen,
I'm the lottery of your incompetence
Fishing for a lie, in a sea barren of lifeless truths
Smite my face for a permanent greet
Become what I feared to become
In disgrace and self-hate,
Fighting for a place at the end of the line
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