Pushing fourth I emerge,
To hang from a thread in the sky
Not seeing, not being, I feel, Nothing
The fortunate feast on my flesh
Motionless struggle till' death
Growing unwillingly to support the cycle
My energy supports existence.
Then the wheel is turned, to release me into the nothing
Unable to control myself, or to stop my controller
Drifting towards the end of my time
My grave is just below
Anticipating to crumble into the cycle
Hoping to receive a higher task
Fuck you, what makes you control my life?
What if you had to be a Maple... Leaf
I am sick of you, you fucking tree
I'll chop you down in my next life

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