It's Giving Trauma
Have died on too many times
I am used to my caskets
I don't know better days
I good with my curses
Never heard a bird sing for me
My world is cold it's always dirges
I am asking you for kindness
My light dimmed long ago; its hopeless
And since no good day comes Without it's darkness,
I am weary of any good that comes unburdened
I haven't known rest unless I am lifeless
And immediately I resurrect I pity christ from Nazareth
This never ends it survives like genetics
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