All this rage
Suffering and pain
My hate
Through the darkest
Of all seven days
And on my day of rest
As my own God
Forgiveness foreign
Only blood, sweat, and tears
Salty gruesome images
Flashing like a flipbook
Where pages keep turning
Showing all the mistakes
And the evolution
That awaits
For this dead soul
Without reason
Or regret
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