Rebirthed and rehashed ad nauseam.
Our tether was taut.
Fervently subservient.
These mistakes will reach you again.
Inverted presence, choking on dermis.
Endless regression fucking nailed to the past..
Passed and derivative.
Severed fibre.
Nurtured within it’s carapace.
Unfeeling.
Maladaptive identity.
These mistakes have reached you again.
This suffering does not cling to us, but we to it.
As we live,
Fibres unwound from the ardent shroud.

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