Life and Death
The comfort of the drug takes me under.
My eyes are red and blistered.
This pounding in my chest feels like thunder,
And makes me shiver,
In my bones I surrender.
I need to shake this sickness.
Everyday I grow weaker.
I don't know if I'll live to tell the tale.
No one may care anyway.
Still I must make it through this fatal fever,
Before I can deliver the truth to the sinners.
I must make it through this deadly winter.
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