enrage the fire of war,
i've gone cold to the core,
to the world my soul i've whored,
i will take no more,
my back to the precipice,
rewarded with pain,
life calls no armistice,
my words are in vain,
a sickness within these icy veins,
i am a man on his knees in the rain,
into madness i fall insane,
i am a man on a runaway train,
i collapse for the last time,
in a bed scented with sage and thyme,
above my head reads this little sign,
my life is a callous rhyme,
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