Fated

Clinched fists
Tortured by your own hands
Watching the decay of fucking man
This is your fucking gravy made by your own mistakes
This is your tomb
Flowers that never bloom
Pray for fucking peace
At the end of the day there's still no relief
I am riddled with grief
Fated is this broken body
Death to



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Writer(s): Tyrants
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