Heed warning.
Take leave of this place.
Force the break.
You've made it this way.
Suffer this you've earned a spring-loaded shadow hovering over your shoulder.
Come crashing through the door.
Measure despair in tears.
Gather yourself off the floor.
Suffer this you've earned it.
Pretty on the outside I know what you have become broken from inside I know what you have become.
Mottled in bruises and scrapes.
Bed of nails where you lay pretty on the outside.
I hope that serves you well.
Mother Echidna lays with animals who rip her flesh and break her bones.

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