Impending Doom

Your hands free from disease
With disingenuous means
So now
You do
Everything that's asked of you
You try and try
Now beaten down
You're petrified

Your shaded face in view
Hidden from the things you do
You try
Still try

You're trying to believe
In something so obscene
And now
You do
Nothing that's asked of you
You die and die
Foreshadowing your own demise



Credits
Writer(s): Jake Merideth
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